Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[ Mr. Roper ] Coming. [ Banging Continues ]
Like... Okay, like Chrissy goes with her girlfriends to this club.
I'll learn to walk on the ceiling.
Excuse me.
I'll show you the way.
Chrissy's usually home by midnight when she has to go to work.
No, thanks. I live here.
It's like you can't take a giant step before you say, "Mother, may I?"
Oh, if this ever gets out...
and have dinner at my place?
- I'm from the vice squad. - Oh, boy, are you in the wrong apartment.
I would have warned you if he was.
And the tables...
Ooh. Mommy!
I'm not gonna listen to that all night. I'm gonna do something.
No. He asked me how much I...
But then you hit me. Oh, well...
Okay, sir. Come on. Let's go. No. Wait, Officer.
I'll just wait up. [ Yawning ] Okay. Good night.
What do you mean, "What's number two?"
You are my hero. Chrissy, for you, I would have punched out a squad car too.
No, no, no. It's her and her and whatever.
We gotta call the cops. Do you have her parents number? Calm down. Jack!