Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(HONKING)
Bye. IAN: Bye, honey.
(LAUGHING)
(CHUCKLES)
There was no money for anything.
Come on.
I'll prove that I'm related to Alexander the Great!
I got a connection.
and that person is there.
(ALL EXCLAIMING)
Come here, darling.
Leah, Why do you want to leave me?
Yiayia, open your presents.
I mean, you're always running in and out of here,
Hippie-ll
(BOTH MOANING)
And he always knows the perfect thing to say.
A little present from me. I just did your living room.
Nah. I don't speak Hollandaise.
She's 17.
Actually, Theia, you're not.
So I had to plunge my sink.
You don't have to do that. Why don't you just...
No.
See, honey? You can't move away.
PARIS: Over here, Dad.
Look, we can have the reception at their house.
You better fix this.
Oh, God, that's big.
You look great.
Today?
No. Way too scary for me.
AUNT VOULA: Let me. I'll be the judge.
Why are your eyes closed?
Thank you.
(ALL SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
Well, I could eat a little something.
That's Bennett!
I have not seen her for...
Uh, who?
Yeah, I got it right here.
(CHUCKLING) I know you.
the first things to go are luxuries like travel and dry cleaning.
Take your husband on a date. Don't worry about anything.
Who should we call?
I'll bet you Gus is nervous.
Oh. Okay. Not really.
Maybe they do and you don't notice.
Look at you.
I know.
Look.
(LAUGHING) I'm fine.
That's sexy.
COSTA: Oh, no.
Shut up, Tommy.
So, Yiayia, are you and Pappou really gonna get married now?
I can fix it myself.
BOY: Loser!
I don't see you. I see you! (LAUGHING)
I could feel it right here.
All right. So, my nephews are gonna be the waiters.
MARIA: Hurry up! Hurry up!
or a nurse?
What the...
I'm trying to not fix everything.
Why not? Nothing, nothing.
Hey, Ma, let's go dance.
Guys! Watch out.
(LAUGHS) I did!
Oh, look at this one!
Some of us better than others. (LAUGHING)
You said, I want to put a baby in you.
We're so proud of you!
Why? Because Dad's gonna lose it, that's why.
Okay.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
No!
(SIGHS)
(CHUCKLES, CLEARS THROAT)
Today, I sent out my application for Alexander the Great.
But to the pessimist, you represent the stink of his own failure.
Oh, speaking of conquering, tonight, be gentle with your bride.
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
You're beautiful, so beautiful.
What?
So I... Buzzed my nose hairs.
Quiet! Stop it! Quiet!
You'll help me with my dress? Of course, I will.
I thought it was romantic. Hey!
Must have slept in pickle juice.
GUS: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now, give me a word, any word... (SIGHS)
(CHUCKLES)