Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wait. Are you playing hardball? Because we're playing hardball!
This is what you get for lying to me.
- Mm-hmm. - Yikes!
It's the only place where your nose isn't buried in a book...
Now I know it's not everything you want.
- Was she? - Yeah.
Just take me to autopsy camp.
Why would closet workers and blind people even have a union together? Think!
- Are you kidding me? - Oh, my gosh.
I didn't know immediately that I liked you.
Now, no matter what I suggest, it's no, no, no.
I can't believe there's such a thing as autopsy camp.
Should I tell him, Dad?
I don't want him doing it wrong and getting hurt.
Wow, I'm surprised you picked up on that so quick.
- What's up? - It's about your love life.
this picture of your grandfather.
She drives so slowly, I have to be the only parent...
Okay, that explains all the outfits she rejected this morning.
Well, she's six and related to me.
You know, I just- I really get kids that age.
Can we put the brakes on the sarcasm?