Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I can't go in certain Jacuzzis.

Oh! Where is it?

I don't. Skylar's awful.

I think I'm gonna commemorate it.

What-What arrangements?

Thank you. Or we can do it together.

Five more years.

Don't you, Jay?

Is that the funniest thing ever? Oh, yeah!

And if you're going someplace cool, I have a winter one packed as well.

We-We've been talking about doing this for a while.

Shut up! I'm tired of you thinking you're so-

Pumpty Dumpty. Pumpelstiltskin.

Oh! This family needs a dumb-ass-ectomy.

What's the plan, Phil? Just sit here. Just gonna sit-

Now I really need to speak with the patient. Got it. Phil, get over here.

Ugh! You ruined my life!

And change into a dress that's not covered in cat fur.

How are you? Good.

Why are you talking like Dad? Hair up, girls!

Cameron! Oh! You're gonna have to talk to me at some point!

It was disconcerting. Hmm.

I don't know if I am. Me either.

- Ms. Dunphy, we just- - Oh, no. You don't get to talk, Morticia.

Oh, my God. Do not tell her that.

- Mulling. - You know what? It was nice of you to offer.

Plus it's the fear of pain that's always more than the actual experience.

I'm sorry. Is it a vasecto-you or a vasectomy?

My master project-

You know? I know, I know.

Are you going goth? You still sleep with a stuffed panda.

And so are you.

You remember before, when I told you I was wanting to know the-

Maybe we should slip it one of your Propecia, huh?

Oh, my God. Wait a second. Cam?

Oh, well, let me put that on my list of things to do, right after "Get a job."

You're not going anywhere. We have a daughter.

Oh, honey, I just had a hellish experience at the post office.

Stupid dry cleaners!