Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Phil. Phil.
The old me is the best new me. Vive la Frances.
I mean, wasn't there a best Grace?
I was afraid I couldn't pass the test.
When you need to get up, it raises you into a standing position.
-Fine. I'll drive drunk. -No, no, no, no.
I went... right up to the door.
Yes, ma'am. The expiration date hints at that.
Oh, God. This is so fun.
I knew my license had lapsed. I...
I know when. And I know who brought the playful out in you.
-Oh, that's not for me. -Well, who else is it for?
He comes out, we duck down, he never sees us.
There are some things you don't know about me.
I was at the door.
No, no, no. No! I cannot at 71 years old drive to Mission Viejo,
Come on, don't you wonder what he looks like?
No...
It's fine.
We'll never survive inside.
Look.
No. No. I am not interested.
I'm just saying you-- you ran a red light.
-Wait, "Frances Mengela"? -Men-jella.
I think these are the vows that Robert wrote.
Go.
Can we have five minutes where no one mentions my groin?
With many vaginas. There are four more here than I ever needed to see.
Not to worry. As an amateur sleuth, I always come with three plans:
You. I mean, it is your house.
How do you get in? How do you do it?
Did it work?
Who were you expecting?