Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, Mone, Iook at this pIace, huh? WaIIs and everything. It's great.
...if he didn't get rid of him.
-Thanks, Tony. -You bet your Iife.
That's why I need you, Mother.
HoId it with the...okay?
No way. Now, Iook, if it's going to be my apartment, I want it to be my way.
What is this?
Oh, AngeIa, eventuaIIy this stuff goes fIat.
Take a Iook at this pIace. WouId you Iook around?
...because I am never, ever setting foot in it. Ever!
He's just discriminating.
...together with a creative, imaginative free spirit?
-Sorry. -Yeah, yeah. Hey, Mona...
Come in!
Oh, sure.
Yeah, weII, that depends on how many extras you want, you know?
My man, Grove. Hey, hey, Grover, baby.
Listen, Mone, I hope you Iike these rare.
Hi, everybody.
Mother, you do not put a picture window in a rustic barn.
Just say the secret word: AngeIa.
-There's more important things in Iife. -Yeah.
WeII, maybe we aII do.
Hey, what do you mean, temporary? You're famiIy. Are you kidding?
You pay for decorations and for furnishings. You pay for part, AngeIa.
...and I'm so controIIed and conservative, and....
I know you do.
-Mother. -The man has taste.
-WeII, somehow you managed, Mona. -No, Tony, I didn't.
What is that racket?