Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, I know about the charges on my credit card.
What are you doing here, Grace?
-Good afternoon, Officer. -Ma'am.
- Ah. - What?
What is this? Some kind of shakedown?
Well, that's good. She's dead.
Well, once. Maybe.
-Did you say majorette boots? -Yes.
I demand to know why you pulled me over. And be informed, I'm filming you.
In three years, it never occurred to you to look at your license?
We don't want to give this deviant a reason to go Dirty Harry on us.
It's the worst idea you have ever had in a lifetime of bad ideas.
It never really got started. If it had, I wouldn't be here.
Uh, excuse me. I'll take that.
May I see your license and registration, please?
That's actually not a bad idea.
I'm gonna say Timberland.
It's nice seeing you?
And it's never, ever going to happen again, is it?
-Frances always drives. -Then drive!
No, it doesn't do that, Sol. That was a hundred dollars more.
when that nun found out her stained-glass lamp was Tiffany.
Did the doctor tell you something?
I was with Robert. Our timing was off. I had the girls.
I can't do this. Phil is not Jerome and I'm not in high school.
- What good could come of it? - Because it's a secret.
I should be driving us home.
I don't know what the division of labor was in your marriage--
-Do you really want to know, Dad? -I have a right to know.
Look, he lives in Mission Viejo,
Come and relax.
-"Dear Frances..." -Frances?
My feet are killing me.
Let's all walk through this right now.
-You'd probably fit. -I don't know.
Oh, Phil. Phil, I...
We order a pizza. He has to open the door when the pizza guy knocks.
I can imagine you at 18.
Look at my face. My eyes. Good.