Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You've broken my heart. I'm ashamed you're my grandson.

- I heard 'em come in hours ago. - I'll say good night to Bridget.

I can't. You know when you can't believe something?

Great. I hear the commute from here's a killer.

Did I just say that?

I wouldn't worry about that. Grandma always said I was a little flighty.

- Let's talk about last night. - Sure, Ma.

I feel like I'm gonna explode.

My mother spread them on the tiny windmill you built out of Triscuits.

- My son is an artist. - A nice way of saying loser.

Oh, please, there's enough food here to feed my entire village in Sicily.

You look terrific, Grandma.

I'm all packed and ready to go.

It's OK. You've every right to be angry.

Bridget's going to study at Oxford, England.

A lot of people go there when they can't get accepted anywhere else.

During the buttocks lifts, he motioned for my number.

I'm not the only one who was cruel.

Would you like us to leave so you can try again?