Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What are you waiting for?

and sat down like a jerk.

Come on, David.

Alright, have her drive in herself, in David's car.

- I'll behave. I'm alright now. - That's good. How about dinner?

With David the bridegroom, maybe he'd better use wild rice.

- Out of crackers, of course. - Not too soggy.

And I've been in love with David all my life.

That's when Paris smells its sweetest.

I'm going to do it.

What do you know about him?

It is done with one hand. Kindly watch the wrist.

- Sure? - Yes, I'm sure.

- Yes, he's got to go sailing. - No more false moves now.

I'm not saying all Larrabees have been saints.

You promised not to swear.

Good girl! I am proud of you. xD

- And perhaps a few flowers. - A little more than that.

I don't mind if you're there.

Linus, this boy should be drummed out of the family!

- What a lovely party. - It is now.

and you'll probably be able to eat it.

Is that the idea? Have you got someone in mind for her?

I'll join the men in the library.

- You were joining me in Paris? - I'm afraid not.

Did you love her?

Alright, gentlemen, I'll be ten minutes.

I have a feeling I've seen you... with your father.

And what a crush I had on you.

No, it's nobody.

Sure you don't want to tell me your name?

When the boat is ten miles out, she'll find out I'm not on the boat.

I wanted to be so sure I couldn't go out with you tonight.

opens the window, steps out on a ledge,

We'll build a raft and drift across the Pacific like Kon-Tiki.

Your mind has not been on the cooking. It has been elsewhere.

I was going to send you.

I can't understand what's the matter with me.

You forgot to turn on the oven.

Look at all these gadgets. You press a button and factories go up.

How could I object?

- I'll get back to the party. - And leave me here?

- Don't you? - Yes, dear.

- She is not a servant. - She's a servant's daughter.

Never resist an impulse, Sabrina, especially if it's terrible.

- She... - She what?

A chauffeur's daughter should know better.

No, I'm not in Long Island. I'm in New York.

or you're up here umpiring a tennis match between two imaginary players.

First Mr David, now you. I wish Sabrina had stayed in Paris.

Nothing serious. One of those things.

I'm in no condition to play Scrabble!

What do you hear from your daughter?

Sit down, Father.

- Father, where's the list? - Here you are, darling.

Sabrina, David is engaged. He's getting married again.

Isn't my French getting good?

for the past 30 years,

Please, before my fingers get frostbitten.

Keep talking, David.

And fast. Eight cars! One would have done it.