Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm a mob wife.

- Um, it's at the top of the stairs. - Really, Claire?

You're not a joke.

I'll prove it to you. God, if you have a problem with me golfing...

- You won't catch me doing that. - Good for you.

- Well, uh, let's try this together, okay? Okay.

That is what I was doing. This ca... This cabinet was the problem.

See, they got this thing figured out.

That makes no sense. Clouds are air. You'd fall right through them.

Can I go golfing with you?

Oh, my God! Mom, the party is around the block.

- Are you gonna go to church next week? - We'll see.

- How dare you.

L-I... I can't do this. I quit.

Oh, I think he's got bigger things on his plate.

It is not some stupid science quiz.

- Ah, ah... - Earthquake!

- Who's a mob wife? - I'm a mob wife.

What? What happened? - I, uh, brought the wrong screwdriver.

- With your purse? Come on.

- Not that I'm surprised.

Well, all the more reason she should listen to me.