Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...talk to her about life.
[IN SPANISH ACCENT] "You killed my father."
Oh, my God. Really? Are you sure?
Hey, everyone, next round's on me!
It's mine. It's my list.
- Yeah. - But here's my point...
"I promise that I'm not bringing a dangerous wild animal to our wedding."
Daphne, you should've seen the dress I was gonna wear.
You wrote down all these things to say goodbye to...
I have to alert the villagers that there is a Viking amongst them.
You bitches best get out of my hiding spot.
Are we being crazy?
...with a reddish hue...
I gotta go. Bye.
Aunt Muriel.
It's written by someone who loves New York.
1967.
- It's too cold for them in there. - Oh.
We destroyed their 30-year Glen McKenna...
I'll be doing the Charleston atop my giant-wheeled bicycle...
...but my gut tells me my future's in Chicago.
Thank you, Linus.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
MORT: Who gets married this far away?
DAPHNE: Say, "Cheese."
Old people don't magically sense it when you say "Mandy Patinkin."
Seriously. They move at a slow shuffle, they moan a lot...
You check the second floor for open rooms.
- We're locked out. - I guess we could try the back door.