Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I think the kid's gonna be aII right.
My daughter, the bar brawIer.
Don't you ever run away Iike that again.
-Is he any good with a mop? -Very.
...he caIIed you a sissy housekeeper.
You and your boxing Iessons and your hockey games...
-Sam, what happened? -Don't worry, Dad, I decked him.
...but you're not gonna need any eye shadow on that side.
AII right, aII right. It is not the end of the worId. Let's not overreact.
I think that I am going to take them outside.
You're a mess.
-Tony, what are you doing? -I'm ironing.
I mean, she thinks you can watch basketbaII without yeIIing.
Look at aII the kids in the neighbourhood.
I had to take you to schooI in a Sherman tank.
I know. I'm working on that one.
-Not right now. -Babycakes?
I never hugged a big shot advertising president before.
You kidding? That's why we moved.
I Iove the way the kid throws....
Tugboat Annie here obviousIy is trying to bait us...
What?
Jonathan, Iook at you.
Do you mind?
Listen, I was taIking to Sam, and she's having some probIems.
-Me? -That's the one.
-What's that? -Speak up, honey, I can't hear you.
-Me too, Tony. -You too?
Your fed-up daughter, Samantha.''
Yeah? I never heard of a man keeping house.