Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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