Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

you're gonna be free fallin', Tom Petty.

Is there any way I can reach him or, uh, someone else I can talk to?

Win a war some time. Then we'll start talking like you.

I saw a black mouse.

En espafiol, par favor.

weighing 34.24 pounds,

I think I saw it too. You didn't see anything.

and he tells me he is the winner. Tells you, huh?

you know everything's gonna be okay?

and Gloria's former husband and lover. Oh.

Wanted to give you a heads up in case there's some overlap.

Phil is fine. As a matter of fact, you should go before he even knows you're here.

Come on. Your dad is in town. Let's go to the races.

I can assure you, you are perfectly fine.

Oh. Gotta go change my tank.

We came as soon as we heard. Heard what?

Hola. it's Javier. Open up!

You're staying a week? Make that go away.

- I'm stickin' with Little Bacon. - It's your funeral.

Hi. This is Phil Dunphy.

I cut a ribbon at the grocery store and signed autographs.

Not nothing. Not nothing. What?

Shout out to my, uh, college buddy, Ling,

Everybody just came by for absolutely no reason at all.

No. Who told you that? Gloria.

there's a 70% chance I'm gonna die.

Golfing? Psht! That is for old men and for women who like women.

No, it's not. Listen to me. Listen.

What? The winner is number six, Brad's Wax Jacket.

The phone! Answer it!

Hold on one second.

Do I sense something, Mitchell?

You got that right. You should have listened to Jay.

Fifty dollars on Little Bacon to win.

You just reminded me about my dream last night.

Well, let's dim the lights, crank up the Norah Jones and get this over with.