Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, my Buddha! They're both asking you to prom!

BOY: Let me in there! NICK: I want a piece. Easy, guys.Easy.

Thank you so much.

Reporting for my garlic bread shift. Hi.

Who cares? We're married now.

He's a moody, moody bear.

TOULA: Excuse us, excuse us.

(DOORBELL RINGS) (SIGHS)

You got it, son.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Oh, you know what I mean.

which means purse.

Nothing. We're just talking.

Why keep secrets from your own family, right?

Lucky we got married in Athens.

How's it going, Dad?

(CLEARING THROAT)

Hey, that means we all are!

Okay, okay, okay. Decision time.

Thank you for coming. Oh. This is so good.

Bennett, why are you asking my girlfriend to prom?

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Maria, Costa, we have a new family.

(ILARIA GASPING)

Ah. Oh, I don't want to.

So Paris can speak with this gentleman and go to Northwestern.

ALL: Mana-Yiayia?

Exactly. We all cook.

Don't make up words. You confuse me.

Right. We're going.

I don't understand. Why can't he just propose?

Northwestern is very selective.

Yes, Gus, a big one.

Pepto-Bismol pink. Where's the driver?

Was your grandma in a wedding dress?

all the way back to 300 BC.

You must recognize my husband from the Channel Seven news.

Okay, then. (LAUGHS)

You so Greek, we probably related.

Yes, because what do you play hockey on? Ice.

I want you to be a dental hygienist.

I'm surprised you're not on the prom chaperone committee.

It's pretty loud back there.

here in Chicago... (GASPS)

My son works hard. He deserves a house.

Ah. Well, now I know that.

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

TOULA: Okay, Ma.

It's... Everything's okay.

All my life, I had a mole on my tummy.

Uh, I don't get why Yiayia needs that.

And it's ridiculous.

is that true???????? "The Greeks Invented Italian."

Without Scotland's Alexander Fleming, the world wouldn't have penicillin.

Does it ever get better?

and then that woman can propose to me!

But that's my dad going into that ambulance.

You get frustrated just adding up checks.

Listen, my wife and son are in the car.

I slept on the cold floor by myself.

TOULA: (SIGHS) I have to fix this.

Where is she going? Pater.

You mailed this to Find Your Ancestry?

Come on. Come on.

How can this be?

You're here! Yeah.

EDIE: Hi, there.

Text your husband. You're going on a date.

Of course we do! Yeah, of course!