Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Dan. Hope you don't have any plans for Sunday night-

That was the big finish to the song you were texting through.

- Three-time. - Three-time host in the history of the event.

- Honey, you're embarrassing yourself. - Come here, Joe.

You just threw up recently. Okay.

I'm talking about this car.

- Well, yeah, but not really. - But yeah.

I was talking about the outfit he picked out for me.

Once a month and low interest.

- Joe? - Yep. I'm going to go and play.

- Cheers. - Yes.

Uh, yes. Hi. I'm Mitchell Pritchett.

Okay, time for the big award of the night, the ROY, Realtor of the Year.

But it was time for me to open my eyes.

Unfortunately, I have to miss it this year.

- Hey, Mom. - Honey, it's getting very close to time for the dance.

not only will she have confessed to the crime, I might even sell her a closet.

Some Sundays, I drive out to visit my frozen eggs.

I was unaware of- of this dynamic.

He's walking! The candles that I lit worked!

I built up this hope that she'd want to follow me into real estate.

Dan! What are you still doing here?

I turned his two-bit dance into the event of the year.

I will be an advocate for the people, a voice for the voiceless.

I mean, what could go wrong, right?

No, ladies and gentlemen. You deserve more.