Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A horse? In the house?

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

Hard to believe, I know.

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

So, in keeping with the spirit of togetherness,

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

Right over here.

Sure. Lots of boys wrote messages.

Thanks for the tip.

¶ sha na na na na ¶

Whoa! Wait! Whoa!

Marcia: Oh, no. Greg's hurt.

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

That's because he's a transfer student.

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

Why can't dad have an exciting job?

for a long, long time, Mr. Brady.

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

All: Hi, mom. Hi, dad.

for a long, long time, gang.

Hey, what's in that box?

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

Oh, kids. You know how grape juice stains.

¶ when it's time to change ¶

"And someday, my dream of dreams

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

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

Ok. [Car horn honks]

Oh, it's ok, Cindy.

¶ sha na na na na na na na na ¶

Warren mulaney.

Woo-hoo-hoo! Carol!

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

We will start the bidding with $20 million.

Marcia: Jan! What are you doing?

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

Oh, excuse me. Who are you?

Do you think I could stay home with him today?

you must listen to me.

They just laugh at me.

This is all my fault.

I wonder if there was something wrong with his dinner.

Oh, right. The nun-Chucks. Shoot.

Man: Next item: Lot number 123,

I'm watching my figure for my new boyfriend.

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

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

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

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

He's back in town.

Ever since the accident.

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

Only, she never gets yelled at.

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

preferably one named George.

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

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

Is something wrong?

¶ you twinkle below ¶

that couldn't fit in the attic.

Carol, you're coming with me,

Let's go over this one more time.

Carol: Oh, Mike.

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

Call again soon.

uh, for your mother.

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

This is $20 million we're talking about.

He looks like this guy named Trevor.

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

I can believe it.

Well, neither am I.

So what do you say? Chili dogs again?

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

Oh, jan! How are you doing?

Seventh. Who is counting?

[Doorbell rings]

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

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

like...A librarian.

What are you doing? Get back up here!

So many boys wrote in my yearbook.

Oh, all right, but make it quick.

¶ hit men wearin' muzzles ¶

Hawaii! Hawaii! Hawaii!

Come on, Romeo.

Now he's going to pay.

That's not what I meant.

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

Marcia? With Warren mulaney?

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

Hey, Isn't there a Loren Whitman here?

DOESN'T THAT MEAN "BUYER BEWARE?"

Right now, I want to concentrate on

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

Why aren't you in the attic with Greg?