Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I suck, I'm sorry.
You didn't handle things right at all. You could've talked to me.
It was. Come on.
No one listens to those things anyhow, so -
Real estate agent wasn't in, so I left a message.
Good.
I think about six.
But as I read it aloud, I realized the sentiments I wanted to share
Okay, I've gotta tell you, even with the champagne and the Herb Albert,
- Should we be nervous? - No, you shouldn't be. I am a little.
People, do I have to detail the problems that these deer cause?
- Lorelai Leigh Gilmore. - This is it.
Like the switchblade I keep in my sock? No, I left it at home.
I wasn't expecting anybody.
- She wasn't thinking that. - They're getting exactly what they want.
- Dad? - He's on the other line.
Hello, Pinocchio, those are strings.
I'm okay.
I'm on my way to the couch and am about to sit.
Good. So what do you want?
Fellow Chilton seniors, it's been quite a year...
one suffocated when his cat fell asleep on his face.
Sookie, Jackson, Luke.
- Mom's leaning toward selling. - Selling.
It would take a lot of scrimping.
Oh, about how it's not a big deal that you're walking around
- it's not pretty. - No, that's not pretty.
Definitely!
Mom, why put it off?
People, this is a randomly chosen but typical landscaped area in the town
Don't you see? We're all getting exactly what we want.
My left foot hurts. My right foot hurts. Carry me.
- No. - Oh, yeah.
Maybe we should bring it in a bit more.
Where do you wanna sit?
They'll see LG and RG and figure out it was us?
What's up?
And thinking of those new challenges is a nice way to distract me
Was ceremonially lit for the first time by Thomas Edison.
Let's see. I've got Creedence Clearwater Revival.
and all of the other options that Mom and I have are just... well, not good enough.
You know, my mom's held about a million weddings at the inn
until at least five years after you graduate.
that some famous dead person didn't have something to do with.
Come on ladies, we don't have all day.
Yes, you did.
Hey, you and your Armani posse want something to drink, John?
Stop worrying.