Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I fucked up. Yeah, but you gave it 100% effort

You can't even train your own husband to sleep at home.

I got to get lunch ready. Uncle Vic and Aunt Rosalie are coming' over.

It's not that I don't like playing pool.

A culinary disaster. Overpriced and pretentious.

Dais? Look, I'm sorry, all right? But they deserved it.

- Yeah, right! - No, I mean it.

Come on, let's go.

God knows where she picks these things up.

- Oh, shit! - No. It's no big deal. Really.

And, between throws, off a shot of tequila.

- I couldn't let 'em do that to you. - Me? You did that for yourself.

Making me feel like shit.

- Everyone knows I can't cut the mustard. - You listen to me...

- Dais, I'm sorry. I forgot. - Tim needed you, right?

There you go. Hop into bed.

What do you want, Charlie?

Can we get out of here? Please?

Be careful, Bill. It's expensive.

- Is that good? - Now, I am not a pizza person.

Lifestyles is proud to bring you

This is for you.

Well, it smells a hell of a lot better than the Porsche.

Do you know how that makes me feel?

- I'll call ya. - OK.

The water pipes, they burst just about every winter. My dad gets really pissed.

You can do anything you want on it.

OK, two lite beers.

I like glass brick too, Mrs Farley, but it doesn't go with your house.

I think we got a ringer here.

- Show her the calluses. - Cut it out, Charlie.

or gas stations where you can ask for directions.

No, no. No reservations are necessary.

- We'll do it another time. - All right.

Holy shit, Kat. You don't think she'd come after you or anything, do you?

She came up to me and she said So, when am I gonna hear some good news?

Sounds about on target.

Jo, we gotta stop her.

I bet if we had designer pizza...

Well, this must be your lucky night.

Anything else, sir? A side of clams? We have a wonderful small house salad.

One of these days you're gonna tell me what you put in that pizza.

Please. Bill, please.

Nympho, my ass.

But I'm glad you told me.

Sock it to me sock it to me

Bill, it's not that I don't love you.

Fuckin lotta lobsters here

- Whose sweater? - Tim's.

You know, I walk into this place, and everybody stares at me.

awoke to flowers on the walls, on the silver door hinges,

Hey, Kat. Table six wants dessert.