Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I wonder if the Betty Ford CIinic handIes brownie dependency.
-Tony, I couId heIp. -Oh great, great.
That supposed to cover everything, Nick?
That means we shouId be eating about 9:30.
AII right, Nick. It's her pIace, it's not my pIace.
Dad, there are no brownies in the kitchen.
Seemed Iike a good idea at the time, that's aII.
-What was that aII about? -Oh, just your basic moguI stuff.
No, I don't think so. I don't think so.
You want to see her, see her on weekends or hoIidays.
I'm Nick MiIano. Who are you?
The Iifeguard was drowning?
Hey, I bought this myseIf.
AII right, he was a judge. How was I to know he was honest?
...Iike you wouId any other houseguest who's dying.
I don't know how this thing got started. I'm sorry.
You know, Iast time we needed to taIk and we didn't.
No, not at aII.
Last request?
-Okay, put your feet up. -Sure.
-This is AngeIa's mother, Mona. -Oh, another IoveIy.
The joint.
What are you doing with the china?
And I didn't get it on no saIe, neither.
You're staying here. I don't want no arguments.
What a bouquet, huh?
So what can I do for you?
...a IittIe more personaIIy, you know?
Oh, thanks, son!
Mona, this is Samantha's grandfather, Nick.
I'II have two tomorrow, I promise.