Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, my God. Wait a second. Cam?

Cameron! Oh! You're gonna have to talk to me at some point!

And so are you.

Are you going goth? You still sleep with a stuffed panda.

I can't go in certain Jacuzzis.

What-What arrangements?

You know? I know, I know.

I don't know if I am. Me either.

How are you? Good.

I'm sorry. Is it a vasecto-you or a vasectomy?

Now I really need to speak with the patient. Got it. Phil, get over here.

Oh! This family needs a dumb-ass-ectomy.

And if you're going someplace cool, I have a winter one packed as well.

Five more years.

What's the plan, Phil? Just sit here. Just gonna sit-

And change into a dress that's not covered in cat fur.

Is that the funniest thing ever? Oh, yeah!

Shut up! I'm tired of you thinking you're so-

Maybe we should slip it one of your Propecia, huh?

It was disconcerting. Hmm.

Thank you. Or we can do it together.

I don't. Skylar's awful.

Don't you, Jay?

Ugh! You ruined my life!

Oh! Where is it?

Stupid dry cleaners!

Pumpty Dumpty. Pumpelstiltskin.

Oh, honey, I just had a hellish experience at the post office.

You're not going anywhere. We have a daughter.

We-We've been talking about doing this for a while.

Why are you talking like Dad? Hair up, girls!

My master project-

I think I'm gonna commemorate it.

You remember before, when I told you I was wanting to know the-

- Mulling. - You know what? It was nice of you to offer.

Oh, my God. Do not tell her that.

- Ms. Dunphy, we just- - Oh, no. You don't get to talk, Morticia.

Oh, well, let me put that on my list of things to do, right after "Get a job."

Plus it's the fear of pain that's always more than the actual experience.