Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And her... sainted mother always dreamed of a...
- Why do you wear it? - It was my mother's.
Yes, fine. How's Raymond?
Barrett. 10-H. We've got bags in the car.
- Come on, Dan. Come on. - Hey, Jennifer, Come here!
No. I mean for Phil. It's going to be hardest on him.
- Did you hear from law school? - Yes. I called you, remember?
Well, mostly. Actually, my mother came from Fall River.
- OK, then, for the Yalie doctor. - OK.
I would only ask that you... wait a bit.
But verbal volleyball is not my idea of a relationship.
- Will it be painful? - Hopefully not.
Barrett's back in the game. Harvard's at full strength.
- Friends... - How would I know?
Penalty, Barrett of Harvard, five minutes for fighting.
OK, Barrett. Who is she? What's her name?
I'd like you to meet Jennifer Calaveri.
You're known for quantity.
and I just don't think I could.
- Well, good-bye. - Good-bye, sir.
- We live on the 10th floor! - You can carry me in the elevator.
Thank you. You've been very generous with your time.
Look, Cavalleri, I know your game, and I'm tired of playing it.
I find it rather cute.
Now, upstairs, you preppie.
Yeah, but who?
Wise up, would you please, Barrett? I was not great. I was not even All-Ivy.
OK, what's the number?
Good evening. This is Jennifer Barrett.
Your parents are in the drawing room.
Oh, Mr. Barrett. Good evening, sir.
- And you are rebelling, Oliver. - I fail...
Who said anything about marriage?
And I'm good, right?
and Radcliffe's got a few lousy thousand.
No. I'll be involved.
The case is closed!
- Barrett like the hall? - Yes.
I love you.
I don't know. I just couldn't see living in some hotel.
- Quiet! - Come on, come on.
And I want time, which you can't give me.
What does that have to do with going our separate ways?
That's really the best thing.
Yeah. "What a falling off was there."
Just tell me who performs the wedding.
Oliver, the Shady Lane School is only paying me three thou a year.
- Welcome to the world, preppie. - Listen, Cavalleri...
- Jenny... - Yeah?
She may have told you that.
- Because I'm playing. - For which side?
- Do you know whose fault it is? - I wouldn't use the word fault, Oliver.
Did you at least make the other guy look worse?
What can you say about a 1945 girl who died?
I think you can handle it.
Who?
- You chicken-shit! - You Montreal faggots!
Two 24-year-olds can't seem to make a baby.
but must you play it while we study?
Don't go off half-cocked, damn it!
Yes. I mean... one of the college chaplains just sort of...
What are you talking about? Lapierre started the fight!
No, but I used to know all those things.