Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She's gonna get $150 a week.
[ High-pitched Voice ] I had to run to get here ahead of him so we could really...
You know, Stanley, I'm still waiting for you...
You wouldn't have to depend on Mr. Roper for anything.
I'm so sorry about all this, Mrs. Roper.
you'll spill it all over yourself.
Okay, that's fine. I'll take over now, thank you.
Somebody gave me a free lunch.
Oh, yeah. Jack's breakfast. Eggs Benedict.
I didn't think you guys ran. I thought you all flew.
Let me put it this way: yes.
I-I-I enjoy staying home...
Something we can do for you, Mrs. Roper?
- $150 a week? - That's right.
Okay, you're on your own.
What?
Yeah, maybe he didn't see you.
- What's that? - In 30 minutes, turn off the oven and take my cake out.
Oh, I-I-I just remembered, I hadn't had my daily jog yet.
Too late? What do you mean, too late?
She's got a point there.
Of course, I'll still expect you to help me out around the house.
Only after it quieted down...
And what about the housekeeping money?
There was a chef named Eggs Benedict? [ Coughing ]
Would you like some more coffee, Chrissy? No, thanks.
It's not your business, it's not your business.
You get a job? What can you do?
Well, I don't blame you for not wanting to be one of those.