Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Never.
He probably spoons his spoons.
[cell phone chimes]
It's like a... summer storm!
And even has his initials on it. GTC.
With clients and with neighbors.
I'm sorry too. You're not to blame. We both have things to work on.
so pardon! Um...
I mean, the only "someone else" is his restaurant.
["Red Carpet Sand" continues playing]
If anyone should be accused of stealing, it's you.
[suspenseful music playing]
[in French] That's what people will say.
- Santé! - Santé!
Everything is okay. Whoa-oh!
Um...
Ah, so you come here often?
who plots the destruction of her extended family.
["Tout (sinon rien)" continues playing]
That literally means "lightning strike." Or thunder clap.
- I was trying to defend you! - Next time, try not to defend me.
À votre santé!
[camera shutter clicks]
For once, Emily, be honest. Did you sleep with Gabriel?
Bonjour, Pierre.
- [chuckles] - [Gabriel] Bonsoir.
- [both chuckle] - You're funny.
Camille...
It was nothing.
[in English] Oh, great.
Coup de foudre.
No mystery man that you may be dating...
[in French] I hope you're throwing that away.
You're avoiding the question. Why wasn't Mathieu there?
I see the head of an old hag.
- [mouthing] - Oh, no, I'll get it. I'll get it.
[thunder rumbling]