Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I will run away.

[ Siren Wailing ]

[ Woman] ♪ And so they say, Lord♪

Well, Moira, I think maybe it might just be better for you to-

I called every Realtor in the city this morning- Coldwell Banker, Century 21.

- Nobody's buying me cooking classes, Mrs. "Hormon." - Harmon.

It's cruddy with corrosion.

You're a disgrace, Charles.

- Ben! Ben! - What did you do? What did you do?

Get away from me. Where is it?

I just don't see that going well for you.

I can come back another time.

your E. K. G. is perfectly normal.

It's-It's, you know, for filling up big pots of water.

Do you think I want to stay...

- Do you have children? - Yep.

[ Whispers ] Now you're stuck here forever.

- Yes, dear. - You'll have to help her down. She's a bit woozy.

calling it a robbery gone wrong.

I like it when you don't run. Makes it a whole lot easier to keep up.

Working. I wish. Now come upstairs for dinner.

Your specialty being weak husbands.

He says I'm very boring.

You have every right to be, but before this spins completely out of control...

[ Man ] And the next stop on our tour of departed souls-

Would that I were.

and omelets on a Sunday.

Oh, the sweet hum of cicadas in your ears. [ Chuckles ]