Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Back in Des Moines.
I Iive here too.
I think it'II keep.
-The housekeeper? -Yeah.
You're not gonna make the 7:52, and I can't take you to the 8:27.
You're a store manager. They're Iike ship captains.
Wait a minute, AngeIa.
Two pounds.
Why don't I taIk to Mr. DoIan aIone for a minute?
''You can't start a reIationship on a misunderstanding.''
This man is a hero.
Nothing to do with the fact you're chicken?
Maybe it's your probIem.
-Harry. -Harry? Who's Harry?
Let's see. Oh, pancakes. That Iooks good.
Harry, I'm sorry.
Hey, hey, wait a minute.
I just thought I'd stop by and see if you needed any stamps.
-That's wonderfuI. -Yeah, yeah.
Oh, Tony, pumpkins don't have numbers.
What?
I know. I know.
I'm what you might caII a Iady of Ieisure.
No, I mean I am.
It's IiabIe to throw him, and then it'II be my fauIt.
-What do you mean by that, Mona? -Never mind, never mind.
That's okay, because I'm going to work at home today.
AngeIa, have you seen my name pIate?
And then you do this.
It's AngeIa.