Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Grateful, absolutely. - What are these?

so I'm not really looking to hire anybody right now.

- You, me, here tomorrow? - Never.

I don't need that much done.

Okay, Dad, I'll tell you what.

The office is a disaster. Everything is in boxes.

because the cable modem people are dropping by about 5:05.

Will you leave the phone number of the sandwich shop for me?

Now, what's the first thing you do when you get to the office in the morning?

- You sure? - Yeah. I'll see you back at home.

Well, thank you for coming in, Karen.

I get to hate the guy who broke her. That's how it works. He's gone. I win.

I don't know any of this, but I will figure something out...

- I did? - Yes.

- Does it hurt? - No, not really. Just itches a little.

Say, a mug, a tureen, a small bowl of some kind?

Hey, Babette. Is everything okay?

It goes on until chair mats and floor mats, but if you're not careful...

Well, I won't keep you any longer. I know how busy you are.

We're three martinis behind everyone else.

Then the waitress came over, and you never finished.

That's my home phone number, my pager number...

- I love you, too. - Good.

and somewhere in there is a Margie for the new millennium.

- That may be best. - Excuse me?

now that I have finished bagging the Swede.

It looks like coffee, smells like coffee.

because I am Keith Moon! I am Neil Peart! I am Rick Allen, with and without the arm!

on my why-Rory's-wearing-a-cast story for your grandparents.

It's all in the letter. Read.

- Can I hit them this time? - Go ahead.

Well, as long as it's pretty.

- What'll you say? - I don't know.

- Refills? - Eventually.

You know very well who Margie is.

- What? - I got in a car accident!

- Not good? - Really not good.

I heard the kid wanted to go.

Then we just watched TV.

dying to be in that co-dependent relationship with you.

- Mom... - Good. Hold still.

I'll hang on to this, but as I said before, we just opened...

- I'm back. - You catch anything?

I guess I should just be grateful, then?

- Forget the pen. - Drat!