Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This is all my fault!

¶ who was busy with 3 boys of his own ¶

Who the hell is that? $250!

I'm so happy I can practice my driving on you, daddy.

get off the sidewalk! Off!

all: ¶ when it's time to change ¶

Nice try, monitoring spirit.

These are my Funky new threads

To be honest...

Any detective worth his salt would realize

¶ sha na na na na na na na na ¶

¶ you've got to rearrange ¶

¶ good time music ¶

Why on earth would you lie to us?

Oh, that's right. I forgot to tell you.

In the end, we decided to get a new TV,

Mr. Martin is still a guest in this house, and a Brady always treats...

Look, Bobby, it's marcia's diary.

I'll break his legs.

but--not now. I'm trying to make a point.

but it turns out you're all wet.

and if anyone mentions one word of this to the cops,

Well, it looks like I'm still married to Roy, my first husband,

If Key is really Mom's husband...

Carol: Have fun.

to have a little mystery about yourself,

then how the heck could we ever play a game of gin rummy?

Oh, they're not drumsticks, dad. They're weapons.

[Sighs heavily]

Kids, we're going to Hawaii.

I don't think it's fair that Greg gets the attic

For Christ's sakes, he killed a baby-sitter!

Actually, Carol, for once, your kids make sense.

I wonder what their story is.

Do not give lethal weapons to children...

Buckle up, Carol.

Well, I'm not backing down.

It was a small price to pay to save a colony of nuns.

But, dad, I think you understand--

Oh, the colors were so bright

So long, Terrence.

No, I mean...Glass.

Well, I've been telling people something that isn't the total truth.

Good job! All right!

And who do you think designed that firehouse and that gym?

and right there.

[All chattering]

If you have to be at the rec center soon,

Well... What are these?

Greg, it may be the fad to call your parents

Mike: Quiet! Quiet! Quiet!

that fighting is no way to solve a problem,

But...That's the girl

I think dad's right.

Well, it's like I always say--

Jan: Yeah. Marcia should get it. She has more things.

Just one too many.

What is it, jan?

[All talking excitedly]

¶ ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ¶

So...It's just too bad you don't have a date, too, jan.

Mr. Martin, what should I do?

Well, it's been scary.

I am here, honey.

I'm sure this thing will work itself out just like that.

On your mark and bouquet? Evelyn?

¶ oh, no, no, no ¶

That makes me feel a whole lot better.

Marcia: He's right, Cindy.

Well, weapons are not toys either, Peter.

This is all my fault.

to remain single very long.

¶ I'd rather live a wrong life ¶

Maybe we can play catch later, ok?

and a Brady always keeps a promise.

¶ sha na na na na na na na na ¶

Oh, man, we got to catch their next show.

¶ it's a downright disgrace ¶

I'm afraid Mrs. Brady may never see that organ again.

Alice, could you take it to the antique shop

of being away from the ones he loves too long.

Oh, Mr. Martin.

Yes, there is. Look what we found.

those poor people stuck on an island

[Tires screech]

We are going to pick up the horse later.

I was put on the rack in Singapore.

I think this man may have spent time in prison.

Marcia: I'm curious, jan.

You can't possibly believe her.

[Marcia thinking] This is all Bobby’s fault

Now, kids, you know I've told you

Hi, Mr. Martin.

You can tell me.

[Peter thinking] What a dumbhead I am.

or you're gonna get hurt.

And the littlest...