Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Mrs. Nylund. - Yes?

He's the sweetest man in the world, and very special to me.

Well, I guess I always felt it wasn't very ladylike.

and since we're going away for the weekend, and since we already have,

- It's not like no more food, Blanche. - It's worse!

All right, now, Rose, go on. I don't want dead people in my house.

but I just don't know what to do. I adore Arnie.

- I believed her. - I was set to go to her hanging.

The first time Al slept with someone else was on our honeymoon.

I'm whispering.

and six of them died of stomach ailments.

and I'm still paying for an encyclopedia that my son used just once

Oh, Mrs. Beatty, come in.

They used to look at Al in amazement.

Of course you didn't murder him, honey. He probably had a heart attack.

So was I. I went to put back your laundry.

You look wonderful, Rose. Absolutely lovely.

My sister's there. She's an insomniac. We'd have an audience.

Wishing You a very happy Birthday, Molly!! ~Puja

Mrs. Beatty, it's not that. It's about your husband.

- Why? - Because she ran out of croutons!

- We should go, girls. - Hold your bladder, Rose.

Well, they arrested her. She'd been putting ground glass in their salads.

doing what he liked to do best.

There's a man in your bed.

...but it wasn't a very different experience from when Stan and I were together.