Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mm. Calpurnia. She's my biggest fan.

Ten grandchildren, if you can believe it.

I won a Nebula Award.

Oh, yes. That too.

- So you guys are gonna make up? - No.

[clears throat]

Were you aware that your grandfather hawked chicken at the state fair?

Oh, no. I'm Ginny, her daughter.

Angry, certainly.

(Screaming) *Inaudible* Don’t you talk to me like that!

Was jealous, yes.

I inherited my mother's looks and my father's acid reflux.

- What? - Watch... out... for... sto--

[continues reading indistinctly]

- I'll walk you out. - Oh, you don't have to. It's okay.

No, I mean for Bjorn Hammerfall and the crew of the Bellerophon.

- I should check on him. - No need. Here I am.

[C.W. exhales, smacks lips]

She made her choice.

And shame on you for using your own daughter

Magda is his nurse, man.

[snorts] Okay. That's good, I guess.

- That's Magda. - Oh.

Maybe you'd like to read one?

Oh, is that the holdup on book 20?

Drunk most of the time.

I really think you can help me with some important life stuff,

You told Anne I was a fecund literary slut.