Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

or how much time you put into it...

never got the chance...

[Miranda] Oh, yeah.

Anyway, her dementia's been getting worse every time I've gone to see her.

[Emily] Nope, nope, nope. No, you don't.

Uh, I saw tears at this funeral.

What? You're charging me?

the director of Death Swamp Mother,

- Serious? - Mmm-hmm.

She said she's glad and she came.

Emily, they, uh, they need you at the front desk.

Mouth pills. Go... go check. Go check.

I'm happy for you.

If anyone asks, we were at the Luxor hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada.

Are you serious? She's, like, our favorite aunt.

♪ The summer's gone ♪

Hey, guys. It's me, Miranda.

It was a crazy night. [chuckles]

in a very platonic-looking way, I don't see why not.

remember how you used to sing "Danny Boy" for Aunty Moira every Sunday?

and... and I will probably explain how hurtful your actions were.

Now, show him bored.

This is Bob Hamburg's nephew, Ben.

Tit's a pleasure, Mr. Hamburg.

Emily, stop it! You are ruining my moment!

'cause this one's for you.

So close. [sobs]

♪ You say Hey, that's a talented lady ♪