Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I never had an innermost thought in my whole life.
Can I help you with your algebra?
It's a diary.
Gee...
written by Marcia Brady.
Oh, no, you don't understand.
He says that's what fighters do when they give up.
Alice, I've tried talking to Marcia...
I won't press charges.
That's no problem.
I've checked a... number of them so far.
May I help you?
I should say not.
Mr. Brady, I don't suppose
of all the old books.
You really have?
How do I know which "what"
Are you positive?
But Marcia Brady is my daughter.
Yeah.
I'll bet he's on his way home right now.
Well, whatever it is,
if they were already written in.
Look, honey, don't think I don't know how you feel.
Hi, Cindy.
"and our fingers tingled
How about an ice-cream soda?
You came to the right place.
You better not let your wife find it.
but, you know, all hope isn't exactly lost yet.
Looks like she's not talking to me again.
So I take Marcia... And I take Cindy,
I heard that you lost your diary.
I'm sure this one will, Mr. Brady.
But if anybody ever read that diary, I'd just perish.
No, it's at one of the used bookstores downtown.
Where is what?
The young lady happens to be my daughter.
Oh-ho! So your girlfriend keeps a diary,