Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I saw how you walked around here. I saw how much you hated it...

- Oscar. - Felix.

I'll be able to tell.

- Okay. - Actually I just wanted to see...

- I hope you and Lane have a good time. - Thanks.

They were in the drawer with the roasting pans.

- Did you have a nice time? - Not bad.

- That I could still skate. - It's not like riding a bike.

The color blue is very pleasant, isn't it?

I could listen to him talk about passion all day.

- There is. - No, there isn't.

- We could talk about how you missed it. - I won't miss it.

- Right. - I'll try another subject.

So I don't even go there. I could do, 'As Michael Crichton would say... '

- I do not do a dance. - You're cha-cha-chaing right now.

- It was a mistake. - A mistake?

She never called anyone by their name before.

Therefore, I will go sit with Rory at Parents' Day.

She had lost her husband a couple of years before, and she looked at me like a son.

You always let your emotions get in the way.

- You won't get my slippers in the morning. - I might if you had slippers.

Really? Like a normal hello, not like a 'Here's Johnny' kind of hello?

- A zucchini tush? - Just a temporary name.

Where did you learn to make osso buco, anyway?

I'm not even gonna charge you for these.

- Gotta go. - Anything wrong?

I'd rather you didn't read it right now.

Two months, right on the nose. You're good.

- Lf you ever wanna talk... - We are not friends.

That's your 'I've got something on Lorelai' smile.

I can take care of myself.

What's first? Wait, don't tell me.

This was like a Damien hamster with little beady eyes, and a big forked tail...

That is the whole reason I made the rules in the first place. To protect you.

Because it's yours.

- Why did the doorbell ring? - Because someone's at the door.

- Oh, no! It looks so valuable. - It's a book. It's meant to be read.

- I had fun writing it. - It showed.

Nothing, I just don't think a book...

Let's refrain from fighting in front of the grandma.

waits for the sales guy to go behind the desk, dumps it on the counter, then bolts.

I'd rather you didn't start making out with Mrs. Collins.