Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, why don't you put down your needlepoint,

[Bobby thinking] If I'd been a better detective,

Oh, excuse me. Who are you?

Carol, you're coming with me,

Oh, yeah. Yeah, she's editor of the school yearbook

Oh, right. The nun-Chucks. Shoot.

DOESN'T THAT MEAN "BUYER BEWARE?"

So, in keeping with the spirit of togetherness,

I'm donating this horse to my women's club charity auction.

All: Hi, mom. Hi, dad.

Why can't dad have an exciting job?

Do you think I could stay home with him today?

but around here, I'd still like to be known as dad.

Let's go over this one more time.

for a long, long time, gang.

Oh, all right, but make it quick.

That's because he's a transfer student.

[Jan thinking] It was wrong to make up George glass.

preferably one named George.

Yeah. Why don't you run and go get me a fresca, ok, Brady?

Well, neither am I.

In fact, why don't we all sit together?

can be the right kind of girl, if you know what I mean.

She's a way-out, happening kind of chick,

uh, for your mother.

So, Warren, what kind of music do you like?

Come on, Romeo.

and if the hearts didn't work with the diamonds and the spades with the clubs,

Marcia: Oh, no. Greg's hurt.

Sure. Lots of boys wrote messages.

Call again soon.

Carol: Oh, Mike.

Now, honey, our family's been through tough times before.

Woo-hoo-hoo! Carol!

"And someday, my dream of dreams

Oh, Alice, remind me never ever to eat your cooking again.

Roy, I insist that you stay here as our guest.

you're going to be able to do a lot of things

Hey, what's in that box?

that couldn't fit in the attic.

Man: Next item: Lot number 123,

¶ sha na na na na na na na na ¶

So many boys wrote in my yearbook.

¶ sha na na na na ¶

Why aren't you in the attic with Greg?

We will start the bidding with $20 million.

[Doorbell rings]

Don't worry. I sent it ahead to my wife.

Right over here.

¶ you twinkle below ¶

They just laugh at me.

to miss Gabor's car, aren't you?

¶ hit men wearin' muzzles ¶

Now he's going to pay.

for a long, long time, Mr. Brady.

He's back in town.

Hard to believe, I know.

¶ when it's time to change ¶

Mr. Thomas, I wouldn't buy that horse from you

and I'm getting out of here with $20 million.

Only, she never gets yelled at.

That's not what I meant.

I'm watching my figure for my new boyfriend.

Seventh. Who is counting?

Hey, Peter. What can I do for you, big guy?

Oh, it's ok, Cindy.

This is all my fault.

Is something wrong?

Marcia: Jan! What are you doing?

Whoa! Wait! Whoa!

Right now, I want to concentrate on

Ok. [Car horn honks]

Marcia? With Warren mulaney?

I wonder if there was something wrong with his dinner.

so I'll just find a fleabag motel to stay in.

Thanks for the tip.

Oh, kids. You know how grape juice stains.

like...A librarian.

Ever since the accident.

you must listen to me.

I guess Roy's not much of a hero after all.

Hey, Isn't there a Loren Whitman here?

marcia: ¶ love can turn to rain, and then it just might snow ¶

So what do you say? Chili dogs again?

Now, do you have something of his that we could dust?

What are you doing? Get back up here!

Mike: Now, remember, you two. No fooling around.

Hawaii! Hawaii! Hawaii!

He looks like this guy named Trevor.

Warren mulaney.

A horse? In the house?

No, zsa, remember what happened last time you did that?

Oh, jan! How are you doing?

This is $20 million we're talking about.

Mike: Look, kids. We're in luck.

I can believe it.