Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm driving 5 miles over the limit. They raised it by 10.

- She's checking out your beehive. - What?

That's Mr. Garibaldi playing the piano.

Saw the Porsche. Looking good. When can I take it out again?

...that he will later hand out to your friends as a healthy snack.

- Wow! - Here it comes.

- I'll bet you're a Gemini. - No.

Okay, once. Okay, I drive it all the time.

If we called your dad, we'd have better seats.

- Wait a minute. - What? Oh.

When I was growing up, I played the one on the far left.

- You feel better? - Yeah. Much.

No more these flowers, these flowers. Think of the money we'll save.

- Who's Mr. Garibaldi? - Does it matter?!

Switch places with me. Come on! I'll go under, you go over.

I had the weirdest dream last night.

- And you promise to take care of this? - I promise.

So much for the "you-can-drive-it but-don't-tell-Rachel" plan.

...sparkling something, honey, huh?

He's my brother, plus he drives so slow he could never hurt it.