Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪ Those are people who died, died ♪

I warned him about those chili dogs.

to sublet the corner of my shithole apartment?

and you can't get sauce

Cain killed Abel.

- My God, you're right. - It says call for an appointment,

Ladies, I think it's time to get those order forms out.

I'm not in the market right now.

Remember, we discussed this? The after-marriage revelations?

but what the hell are you doing here?

to keep a tight lock on the altar wine.

Dark thought, I know.

Leave your beer. - There's not a lot Chico doesn't do except read.

Maybe she didn't recognize us.

and he wound up sprinkling sawdust

So heat would beat everything but rock.

- Yes! - Yes? Very good.

And good Shabbas, by the way.

Yes. I'm so sorry about Jackie.

We were hiking once, and the rabbi

♪ Bobby hung himself from a cell in the tombs ♪

because somehow he knew.

He built whatever the hell it was he built

when you're performing between a chocolate doughnut

then tell me why you think someone's mother

It's thrilling. You already have

What a lovely dress.

ladies, and I will be right back.

from here, Zelda. Why don't you take a break.

Sweet thought, but I think I'll keep it on.

Oh, you don't have to tell me. I was there.

Now, before we proceed with Hagbah,

not many ladies and many gentlemen.

I'm Mrs. Maisel, your host and guide for the evening.

in the, uh, Village Voice.

Mr. Weissman. Welcome.

And I don't know why you're

of people you pick to do an aliyah at your bar mitzvah.

- Good night. - Maybe you bought the kid

And she can't go back.

But I got her shoe. Everyone look for a limper.

Wasn't funny. It's sloppy.

Word of your prowess is spreading like melancholia.

They want to see us in the New York field office next week.

to review a new Broadway musical

This is new. The old one was chipped.

- Uh-huh. - Miriam Maisel!

How is it a decent guy, a guy who worked his ass off

Hope you didn't practice too hard.

as a child, and I absorbed facts

Are my feet on the ground?

but my hard-earned nest egg is kaput.

I just know that last night, when I wasn't here,

- My God. - Buzz has a show?

I knew his laundry day.

And not that you care,

crumpled paper, a half-eaten apple.

in my fucking apartment!

a bigshot financial investor in Buzz's dreams.

What? No. The pudding has to go in there.

That's all. I'm not an actress.

all of whom were good, except my daughter,

There's so much to choose from.

in case you're wondering why that woman has a sewing kit.

This way, I guess.

"Jesus Christ, you and your fucking Aristotle.

with all her talk about people dropping dead.

Then leave my wife alone?

- Leave me alone! - Stop running around. No running.

so we should probably get started.

I'm sure she was very nice, too.

change your cherry earrings. Too much fruit seems lazy.

- and he swears he's never met him. - And it's a short list

But there is a first-place ribbon

He had such big dreams, but who knows from dreams.

making small talk, quoting Oscar Wilde,

Maybe Philomena's wire contraption