Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm not writing The Mall-related Mysteries of Ivy Tran!

I should just call Princess Carolyn and tell her I need more time.

Mistakes I made, that I will never forgive myself for.

I have so many stories to tell,

Hey, I'm Krissy Keating.

You wanna stay and watch "Birthday Dad"?

-Hey, man, great show. -What? Huh?

-Hello. Thank you.

Great! I've made my romantic offer. I've officially been a good boyfriend.

Are you, uh, you know,

during a brief Oscar-qualifying run in New York and LA.

Princess Carolyn, wait.

-Penny-- -If we can get the word out,

You're still on the phone with me!

All I know is that this book about the girl detective is fun.

-Ugh! It sucks, I'm sorry. -It's a first draft.

Actually, I did see Sarah Lynn. Right before she died.

We totally have to look at Trauma.

Okay, but, no. Hurry.

Oh, oh. You gotta try a Chicago-style baked potato.

And it hit me: more work!

My book is supposed to be a profound treatise on damage.

You are a beautiful salad bowl.

Oh, I love when stories start like that! Ooh! You should put this one in your book.

-Excuse me, I'm sorry... -We forgive you.

Or "beast," which is slang that young people like me say.

Don't go over the date line, Birthday Dad!

in this incestuous money-laundering scheme that's, oh,

and I decided that one day I would write something

♪ The sun is shining down on you and me ♪

Maybe it's like that, you know?

I don't know. "Being Diane"?

We get it. We're in Chicago.

♪ I said, "Everybody, come on And get your happy shoes on" ♪

♪ Back in the '90s I was in a very famous TV show ♪

-Oops. -Yeah. "Oops."

"So in a way, that salad bowl was me, and the cracks... were also me..."