Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, Rose, honey, you never told me.

Sophia, I'm sorry. I was just trying to get your mind off things.

and dropped his gun, and it went off and shot him in the forehead.

Oh, it doesn't matter. You lose a parent, you might as well be six.

I'll be quiet, but just don't close your eyes... all right?

Oh, we have to do something. I mean, she needs help.

- Ma, you feeling OK? - I'll live.

I got it in my hair. It was hitting me like pellets.

...and a blue shirt, and striped tie.

hit her on the head, and killed her.

She's 80. At 80, something's got to go.

and young, with a great body.

And drive carefully. This wind is terrible.

I hate doctors.

Here we are, not eating chocolate cake, which we obviously adore,

Blanche, do you know what a bubble is?

We got a lot left over. Dorothy, fix him a plate.

Wait, your last name was Lindstrom. You named your cat Lindstrom Lindstrom?

Now, look. I don't want you to talk, just rest.

(Blanche) Oh, no.

Rose, you're not gonna know anything. You're gonna be dead.

I'm not touching that.

Sophia, you know,

- See you next week. - Bye! Goodbye!