Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I swear to you,

they drowned out the wind, until...

By the time spring thaw comes around, the salmon will have gobbled up his eyes.

[Archie] You sure you still wanna come, Mom?

but also, considering you and I are going to be the only ones on campus,

Riverdale's new mayor was grabbing all that he could.

I'm not so sure that Donna isn't playing us, Jug.

I'm not sure what you're here for,

Ms. Dickinson, please.

No one should be out in this ice.

I will be taking over Mr. Chipping's seminar.

Of your grandfather

But the one thing we always did,

What do you say, FP, huh?

[breath hitches] But then he got... aggressive.

Case closed, Detective Jones.

[Mary] Yeah, it's Thanksgiving.

Uh, I got it, Mom.

-And my mom. -And grandma.

I think you beat my boy Dodger into a coma,

Yes! Okay, I will have

Well, he didn't leave a note.

But there's a possibility...

What did you do to him?

[Veronica] Never.

Neither was that...

There's a category-four ice storm heading towards Riverdale like the wrath of God.

Something I haven't yet said.

And you're eating those meat pies we prepared especially for you.

But you know what I am not gonna do?

He believed in that.

Okay, so is there a rule that says that you can't be both?

Sure, but in the meantime, how...

of a carefully-planned performance art piece.

might I suggest we reminisce about some Thanksgivings of yore?

Go, go, go, go!

I can finally live out my Charlie Brown fantasy

I have a drawer full of weapons that I confiscated off of the kids.

Jug, I don't care what my mom or the weatherman are saying.

Well, I wanted witnesses,

Oh, you guys are just so cool.

Oh! You mean writing your Baxter Brothers sample?

What was Mr. Chipping's first name?

Well, you can make it up to me tomorrow night.