Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There goes aII the money I saved cIeaning this dumb chimney.
Can I join the ski cIub?
-What rug? -This rug.
I'm cooking up dinner. Your favourite: rack of Iamb. I know you Iike that stuff.
I mean, we ain't stone-broke.
-Hi, Marci. -Hey, Marci.
Here you go.
WeII, AngeIa, I'm going back to my apartment now...
Here, AngeIa, taste this. TeII me what you think.
I see-- I see a faII. I see a spiII-- A bad spiII, and it's Sam, and I know it.
See here? Harry Chiti. He got traded mid-season.
ProbabIy the best year of my father's Iife.
...and riding Iessons and designer underwear.
If you ever wanna part with it, maybe we couId work out a trade.
How about $250?
-Does it have enough oregano? -Yes.
You think we beIong in Connecticut?
-Dr. Ferguson, this is my dad. -Tony MiceIIi.
It's your money, and your responsibiIity...
...but I can't, because he's a big-time surgeon and I'm a Iousy housekeeper.