Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, it looks like I'm still married to Roy, my first husband,

On your mark and bouquet? Evelyn?

Well, it's been scary.

and right there.

¶ who was busy with 3 boys of his own ¶

Well, I'm not backing down.

Good job! All right!

I'll break his legs.

and if anyone mentions one word of this to the cops,

Well, it's like I always say--

and a Brady always keeps a promise.

In the end, we decided to get a new TV,

We are going to pick up the horse later.

Alice, could you take it to the antique shop

And who do you think designed that firehouse and that gym?

Well, I've been telling people something that isn't the total truth.

Greg, it may be the fad to call your parents

of being away from the ones he loves too long.

Oh, man, we got to catch their next show.

then how the heck could we ever play a game of gin rummy?

I wonder what their story is.

I'm afraid Mrs. Brady may never see that organ again.

But, dad, I think you understand--

Mr. Martin is still a guest in this house, and a Brady always treats...

Mr. Martin, what should I do?

Nice try, monitoring spirit.

¶ oh, no, no, no ¶

Buckle up, Carol.

What is it, jan?

Just one too many.

Maybe we can play catch later, ok?

You can tell me.

[Marcia thinking] This is all Bobby’s fault

Oh, the colors were so bright

I think this man may have spent time in prison.

Any detective worth his salt would realize

For Christ's sakes, he killed a baby-sitter!

Well... What are these?

That makes me feel a whole lot better.

Oh, that's right. I forgot to tell you.

to have a little mystery about yourself,

Look, Bobby, it's marcia's diary.

I'm sure this thing will work itself out just like that.

Kids, we're going to Hawaii.

I'm so happy I can practice my driving on you, daddy.

¶ sha na na na na na na na na ¶

So...It's just too bad you don't have a date, too, jan.

Marcia: He's right, Cindy.

but--not now. I'm trying to make a point.

And the littlest...

It was a small price to pay to save a colony of nuns.

that fighting is no way to solve a problem,

Mike: Quiet! Quiet! Quiet!

If Key is really Mom's husband...

Oh, they're not drumsticks, dad. They're weapons.

[Sighs heavily]

You can't possibly believe her.

¶ it's a downright disgrace ¶

So long, Terrence.

I don't think it's fair that Greg gets the attic

or you're gonna get hurt.

¶ good time music ¶

These are my Funky new threads

I am here, honey.

all: ¶ when it's time to change ¶

No, I mean...Glass.

[Tires screech]

I was put on the rack in Singapore.

¶ ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ¶

Oh, Mr. Martin.

[All chattering]

Actually, Carol, for once, your kids make sense.

Now, kids, you know I've told you

to remain single very long.

Do not give lethal weapons to children...

This is all my fault.

This is all my fault!

I think dad's right.

To be honest...

Who the hell is that? $250!

¶ you've got to rearrange ¶

Why on earth would you lie to us?

but it turns out you're all wet.

Jan: Yeah. Marcia should get it. She has more things.

If you have to be at the rec center soon,

get off the sidewalk! Off!

Marcia: I'm curious, jan.

¶ I'd rather live a wrong life ¶

Well, weapons are not toys either, Peter.

[All talking excitedly]

¶ sha na na na na na na na na ¶

those poor people stuck on an island

Carol: Have fun.

But...That's the girl

Yes, there is. Look what we found.

[Peter thinking] What a dumbhead I am.

Hi, Mr. Martin.