Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Jay teared up in front of me.

It's just hard, you know, having your Mother's Day ruined.

Sad she's losing.

Of the two of us, if I had to pick...

No. The only problem that I have is that I never have enough of it.

- So you don't miss your mom? - Of course I do. She was a great lady.

Bottle of red. Bottle of... What?

And how much longer do I have to listen to the Julia Child impression?

I keep everything you make me.

Well, Mrs. Pritchett loves to shop.

Why can't you ever take my side?

- What are you wearing? - You don't remember this shirt?

- Can we watch the language? - There's nothing else to watch.

Apparently, this gentleman doesn't think I can throw a ball.

Oh, Jay! A diamond necklace.

I didn't know she had that in there.

Wow. A hundred and seventy five pounds of tenderness.

It is so burn-y. My God.

Like I would ever treat my partner as a woman. I...

- That's not what she meant. - Look at us. I could snap you like a twig.