Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You hamburger, me coleslaw. - Come on, Gracie.

an eight-year-old with gray chest hair.

Let's go to a restaurant.

- The best! Surya Bonaly! - Who?

No, she's gonna do it.

The only worse thing on film was my eighth birthday party.

I don't like those odds.

- Jada Pinkett. - Hm-mm.

Fine, but for the record, I've made an effort.

I went to bed young, I woke up Ari Onassis.

I love the oysters I love. How did you get us in?

Grace, Jack hates flavored coffees, too.

Don't even get me started with that little witch.

What, are you insane? You're gonna miss Rudy.

No, Jack loves you. I came along with the deal.

All right, so I think I've got it now.

What's that? What's with the face?

I would have gotten that one.

- Face? - Hello?

Oh my God, what is that?

Much as I need to.

Oh, Will. That's so--

but, honey, I do know how to get where I need to be.

I don't want to get too close, I might get sequin blindness.

Can you try to make a little more effort with Grace, please?