Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sounds good! Let's go.

Well, Mana-Yiayia's in the house, so...

We are all descendants of Alexander the Great.

PARIS: I'm so sorry. Come on, let's go.

Good. Look on the monitor.

Slippery like an eel

What do you need, Mom?

TOULA: Okay, get dressed!

Just because you don't want to be working here when you're my age

Mmm. So good. Mmm-hmm.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

A mother working two days a week, perfect!

Toula! What time is it?

So I go with them to get groceries,

IAN: Look low, everybody.

I don't know. Put your hand on it.

NICK: Who's pushing?

TOULA: Please? Get it done?

I've been waiting a long time to do that.

Maria... No, you're not.

And afterward, this will help you sleep better. Hmm.

Did you write that letter?

Do you have a son?

We're getting married!

GUS: Ian, look.

ALL: Mana-Yiayia?

(SIGHS) They called it moose-caca.

It's what I want.

Gus is a good man.

The phone's ringing.

But once you're a parent, what else do you want to talk about?

Did we order limousines?

How about another date tonight?

I'm sorry I'm late. lam closing up.

Where's Taki? He never answers the phone.

I want to go to New York University.

Come on, you can help me butter garlic bread.

Higher! Use your man muscles!

When I went through puberty, my tongue swelled up like a tree trunk.

I'm going to find her a boyfriend. Relax.

Twice I drank it

I remember his hopeful expression.

They have to make the breasts bigger for me.

To you, Ian, my brother.

I'm a hippie. (LAUGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Right there. Oh, yeah.

0-6-6... No, no, no. 6-0-6.

Will you go to prom with me?

I am Maria Portokalos.

All my life, I wanted to be a newscaster,

and I found you one.

(BOTH SCREAMING)

You married a kseno. My husband!

Maria, please invite them to our restaurant.

Your generation, you're super mommy.

Keep your eyeballs open now for a nice Greek boy

I will always be right here.

Don't have garlic tonight because you might get lucky.

Toula, it very good news.

It's not that therapy.

Yeah, convince her to just go to the church and get it done, Theia-

but it worked out okay for me.

My niece wants to come to your school, you're gonna say, Welcome.

No! No! (GRUNTS)

so one day you can make babies.

GUS: I sleep with the dog.

But you snore, not me.

Come on! Let's go!

Angelo! My nuts!

Ian, you don't know because you're not successful like me.

Usually the parents pay for it. ALL: Yeah.

Dad, you're gonna have to type in your relatives

and NYU, New York City.

you get to choose your own seven-year-old boyfriend.

You do. (LAUGHING)

There won't be a spasmodic catastrophic ripple in the space-time continuum.

Yeah. Yeah. Okay.