Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Potsie, I ought to give you a knuckle sandwich.
You're her father and she doesn't expect you to make sense all the time.
You're a nice guy who's talking about trying to lock his friends out.
Marion, get in the kitchen and cook or something.
Now, will you all please just sit down?
Mom, sit next to Miss Almost Little Teenager, okay?
- Chuck's not here. - Well, I'll be his proxy, Marion.
He's gonna have his waitresses start wearing roller skates.
I had to get down on my knees and beg before she would.
...that he forgets about other people?
If I were going with someone and things were,
Shall we invite the whole world in?
Well, we don't have enough closet space, Howard.
Richie, what I'm trying to sell you is something for your own good.
Ladies and gentlemen.
What, then?
- Whose allowance is it, Howard? - It's nobody's allowance.
you and I would have the responsibility of rebuilding.
Okey-dokey. That's entirely up to you.
Can we afford a bomb shelter?
Sure, Richard. I'm all ears.
...what do you think of a man who gets so carried away by his own fears...
But someday when we come out of this shelter
Closest I ever came was when I got stuck in the elevator with Ziggy Wilson.
I know that all of this isn't much fun for you.
Where are the kids?
- Oh, Potsie. - Tell me what?
Nothing, nothing.