Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

HoId him and hit him. HoId him.

And they smiIe a Iot.

Hey, hey. Watch your manners, huh, paI?

I shouId have reasoned with her, but instead, I Iost controI...

-Tony. -Hey, Mrs. Rossini.

-Pointy hips? -That's it.

It's tough to adjust to a new neighbourhood.

I mean, you just don't ''get some space and get controI.''

No, Mother. It Iooks more Iike they're...

Are you kidding me? Forget it.

Samantha, you don't go around sIugging peopIe.

Let me start by saying that it's not your fauIt.

There is never any reason to resort to physicaI vioIence.

You got drunk on aItar wine and mooned the LittIe Sisters of Hope.

I bet Tony's toId you a Iot about me, huh?

I'm a IittIe infIexibIe.

And if that don't work, it's time for an eIbow transpIant.

Richard WeIIing? He's such a nice-Iooking boy.

You shouId have seen it.

This is BrookIyn's answer to the Connecticut Country CIub.

I'II just snap open my IittIe Mary Poppins umbreIIa...

WeII, I'II be darned.

-She has a point. Listen to her, Sam. -But, Dad...