Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, Leona, your boyfriend's on.
Read.
- lt'd taste like that magazine there. - Oh, come on, Leona.
Right down here, honey. The one with the orange stripe.
Do you see six bright stars and one very faint one?
Next time you take on a Yalie pick one your own age
Hello, Mystic Pizza.
- Oh, boy. - Can I have a smoke?
Think we might get that pizza served while it's still hot?
Let's play some pool.
- So what? - Leona!
Take care.
I'm not gonna be slingin' pizza for the rest of my life.
- Yeah, Dais. Watch your mouth. - Oh, excuse me, Holy Mother.
- What do you think about that? - Guess I could get a ride with Louisa.
Oh, 'scuse me. Sorry.
- Daisy, no! - Daisy, what are you doing?
In New Haven, a place called Nubby's.
I think maybe.
Hi, how's it goin'?
Yeah?
Is that my father's shirt?
Maybe I don't love Bill.
Am I babbling?
All it needs is a little bit of fresh air.
- Why? - The Fireside Gourmet. He's here.
Hi, Kat.
How shall I say this? In a word...
My father just put himself 5,000 bucks in the hole to watch his daughter pass out.
Run, run, run.
Oh, God. Kat, this is really heavy-duty stuff here.
- She came back tonight. - Shit.
It isn't boring, this is fun.
The... Mystic Pizza. I assume that's the house special.
All I want you to do for me
What story do you want?
Here you go. I'll get a box so you can take the rest home.
- Hi. I'm home. - Hi. How's Mrs Farley today?
OK, all right, so he had his arm around you. So what, right?
No, they'll cover for me.
She gone?
What's the matter?
But we've had long talks about staying in the tradition of the Connecticut house.
- So it's Tim now? - Shut up.
Excuse me.
by a wealthy merchant named Elias Montrose for his English bride, Elizabeth.
It's my favourite.
Because I do, Bill. I really, really, really do.
Kat?
Oh, yeah. Boffing, fucking, screwing.
Daisy...!
Leona, I need the best Mystic Pizza you've ever made.
- What are you doing? - Greenwich, my ass!
I'm going to return it
There you go. This is so great. This is just too great.
Listen.
Well, I owe it all to you, Dad.
I just... When I actually got up there to do it,
Kat! Order up.
- You're weird. - I'm weird?
Hi, Phoebe.
..goat cheese popovers I would kill for.
Reservations!
'Little rabbit, don't you know who I am?'
May I propose a toast?
Except my name.
You think I always looked like this?
But I had to do it, you know?
No one's around. Nobody's around. No one's around. Nobody's around.
- She picked them herself. - I'll bet. Are you hungry, Phoebes?