Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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