Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Who? -OId Lady Scranton.
Nah.
I don't know. I think things are pretty good the way they are.
Sam, wait a minute. WouId you wait tiII the pitch is over the pIate?
That wonderfuI aroma of gardenias and sweat socks.
If I had to come anyway, I might as weII come with someone who wasn't...
-Come on, Bobby. -Wait. I'm supposed to Iead.
I mean, it seems Iike Dad's aIways there.
Tony, how do you....
No. Mother, SaIIy Watson Ioved you.
Now you're reaIIy starting to think Iike a grown-up.
Oh. You want me to you want me to cooI it with the dancing?
Don't worry, Tony. I'II stiII Iike you.
-I'm gIad you won. -I didn't, I Iost.
-Hi, guys. -Dad, couId I speak with you?
Honey...
-WouId you Iike to dance? -Why, thank you, Bobby.
WouId you Iike to try a sIow dance?
I've got a coupIe of parents of my own.
What about Ghandi?
Oh, that's it. I'm dead. You're Iooking at a corpse.
How about OId Lady Scranton?
...if you're out there, give us a sign.
Okay, I just thought I'd ask.
I aIways wanted to be a teacher. I Iove kids.
...what do you think of Scranton's idea about the schooI dance?
I didn't think I was gonna have anything to say...
-What? -Change partners.
WouId you Iike a candy mint?
Right.
-Okay. Good. -You'II Iove this guy.
Bobby, wouId you reIax? Everything's gonna be fine.
Yeah, Dad. Have you tried the punch, or the cookies, or sitting in the car?
I had to pay him $1 .50 just so I couId ask you. I'm gIad he didn't want more...