Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Linda, if you leave, I will die.
My ears feel like your knees look.
The back of it? Oh, he hung up.
Did we used to come to this one?
Linda, please, dear God, don't leave me.
-Yes, yes! -Wow!
-Like, what town? -No.
Are you taking me to the library?
I love this next poem.
"when you should play a whole step up,
No, Mom, I think Louise wrote a real poem
something from the heart this year.
substitute music teacher who knows nothing
-What? -Nothing.
-Uh, thanks? -Oh, you're welcome.
-There you go. -Thanks for your help, Linda.
We probably have about one minute.
with her sister, and the school called me
We really want to hear your poop poem.
Oh, my teeny Tina.
"and I'll point down when you should play a whole step down.
-(playing haphazardly) -Okay... Okay.
Louise, you're grounded go to your ro om? Gladly, that's, all, I, ever, wanted.
-BISSELBENDER: Twerkin' Merkin's Holiday Xylo-Jam. -I'm sorry. Sorry. So sorry.
-Sorry. -(grunts)
Oh, Bob.
MS. MERKIN: "...look at me. I'll point up
-Oh. -Geez. -Sorry.
What did you do? What did you do to Tina?
Uh... Okay...
And, frankly, it's a subject
She's all alone.
You have pathos. You have emotion.
18 different costumes, Linda.
She's gunning for you. They all are.
(applause fades out)