Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I have no idea what color eyes you have.

You know, Amy and I used to argue about who would get to name their kid Rosie.

- So, are you gonna keep it? - Aloha, dear shirt.

Well, he gets in a little bit over his head,

I'll call you. - I'll answer.

so I came up with a list of several compelling reasons

My dad and I used to go to the flea market together every Sunday.

I love that. - Okay.

I mean, remember when your dad taught us both how to drive?

- Whoa, that's heavy.

- Oh, Amy, uh... I-I'd love to help you, but I just--

I borrowed clothes from you.

- Hey! Can I keep this?

- Look, don't be embarrassed. It happens all the time.

- And, uh, just out of curiosity, who won that argument?

Let me just take a seat and get real comfy here.

- Oh, no, I definitely can't tell you what you want.

I got... emotionally involved.

- Well, you could probably get the brown ties back if you run.

- I hope it's not too soon, she said, meaning it completely.

I'd make sure I still look better in the photo.

- Oh, they're not for eating.

He really taught me how to see the beauty in even the most ugly--

- That's actually a really good idea.

- M'kay, how to explain this, how to explain this.

I did it, and I might've ruined two peoples' lives.

- Mm-hm, it's mostly Baileys.

and he means mantilla.

instead of, like, honoring it.

- Oh, careful. You good?

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