Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Preacher, Mel.
I'm so sorry. I don't know your name.
I did not.
-Ready? One, two, three. Up. -Okay.
[gasps] Oh!
-So, how long you here for? -Um...
Come on!
-Okay. It's nice to meet you. -You too.
-What? -Sorry.
Um... Could you drop me at the McCrea cabin?
Okay.
Hi.
-♪ Within my heart ♪ -[phone alert]
Hungry equals cranky.
Jack?
Yeah.
I'm almost done. I'll be right out.
♪ ...love ♪
What are you doing with this?
[both chuckle]
So?
[horn blares]
She had a ring on.
[sighs]
I gotta side with Mel on that one.
Sorry. Nearest Starbucks, 80 miles away.
[sighs]
You look like a wine person.
[sighs]
Spent 20-plus years, mostly in the Middle East.
What is goin' on?
You and I both know you couldn't spend half of what you have if you tried.
-Oh? -Yeah. Us girls should stick together.
[laughter]
I like mine black and fresh.
Well, it's not in her chart.
Any day now.
-[knocking] -[gasps]
[sniffles]
-Okay. Can you stand? -Okay.
and most of my belongings.
Even if you're too stubborn to admit it, we both know you need help.