Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

I'm whispering.

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

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

Oh, Mrs. Beatty, come in.

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

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

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

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

- Mrs. Nylund. - Yes?

and six of them died of stomach ailments.

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

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

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

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

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

You look wonderful, Rose. Absolutely lovely.

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

- Why? - Because she ran out of croutons!

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

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

doing what he liked to do best.

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

They used to look at Al in amazement.

There's a man in your bed.

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