Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'd rather spend the rest of my life not understanding Sue
Or when I was not sick.
You said twice.
I'm a poet.
It's a ghost!
Right.
Dad, it's okay.
Not any more than usual.
But as there've been more than 100 reported cases
Her name was Lucinda.
No. I realize I was right. It's pure agony.
Now you can go wash the sheets.
Couldn't you have made me prettier?
There won't be another day. He sails to Europe next week.
then I know that is poetry.
Messing around with everybody's emotions?
But tell it slant -
- It is. - No.
Do we have any peppermint?
Maybe.
I'm sure she misses you.
remain still.
Here.
Dear God.
Emily doesn't have yellow fever. She has a headache.
Well, I've ordered the whole house silent.