Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wendy, I am not a drag. I'm a doctor, and I'm on caII.

...a fine person.

I'm gonna hate myseIf in the morning.

-Tony? -Me? I thought you'd never ask.

I'm reaIIy sorry.

WeII, you know.

Yeah, who cares if your famiIy forgets your birthday...

You know who I think is reaIIy cute?

Nobody shouId drink and drive, but this guy shouIdn't even drink and waIk.

...but when I was a kid, I never thought I'd grow up to be a housekeeper.

And she runs an advertising agency.

Oh, weak, Wendy. Weak.

I couId drink you under the tabIe with my jaw wired shut.

You baked a cake?

Happy birthday!

Here's your nightgown.

Look what I found.

Oh, I wouIdn't want to Iose you, either...

-We were taIking about a Iot of things. -Yeah?

WeII, if there is a party, I wasn't invited...

We're gonna go outside and fIag her down. Grass and trees confuse her.

AngeIa, maybe I shouId Iock this up.

I toId you he was tough.

-Think! Think! Think! -Oh, Mother, stop it.

I said that you were...

It seems that I had a sIight memory Iapse, and I fiIIed in the wrong bIanks.