Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- So? - Oh, my God.
Yeah. And what you're doing feels so good.
- No, we wanna wait. Right? - Right. Right.
Everything's gonna be fine. It's just a crush.
- Really? - Uh-huh.
- Fine. What do you have? - It's for a boy.
I know her!
Leaving my troubles behind?
On Wednesday Pocoyo ate through three plums.
- Okay. How about for a guy, Thatcher? - Why do you hate our child?
- Rach, what were you thinking? - Okay.
My God, he wants to do it with Phoebe in London!
She's like a conversational wizard! How did it go?
Huh.
Looking at people differently.
Let's talk about something else.
You know, I mean, on the one hand, "Mother, may I?"
Absolutely. You get this rush of feelings, but it goes away.