Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

- Wow! - Here it comes.

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

- You feel better? - Yeah. Much.

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

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

...sparkling something, honey, huh?

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

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

- Wait a minute. - What? Oh.

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

That's Mr. Garibaldi playing the piano.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I had the weirdest dream last night.

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