Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Let them see it.

Mom, if you're mad about the maid, just say so.

The caterpillar in my garden turned into a butterfly.

The whole reason we got Maggie was so I don't have to do chores.

Everything in this room, that bed, that desk you're sitting at,

Good morning, my beloved.

frozen in time.

I'm sorry, Emily.

Star of the Harvard science department until we poached him.

and cooked meals that ranged from adequate to downright appetizing?

Here. Here, it's a copy of my essay.

And all the fields -

Oh, no! They don't even have the big news.

No. You did it for her.

You'd have to leave Massachusetts for that.

Crumbs go everywhere.

- Hey, Maggie! - You called?

I wrote about it in my essay, "On the Proper Place of Women."

They said your name a lot.

lurks the seething, boiling substance known as magma.

Let's put these clothes on and sneak into that lecture.

What's up, you weird, beautiful boy?

Of course, all of that. Since the day we were married.

Well, I see you are in a silly mood this morning, my girl.

What in the world? Of course you have.

Well, I may not be as eloquent as she is, Edward, but I'm telling you this: