Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Snausages.
Harry and I watched it together. How cute is that?
No.
Don't be mad.
It was either this, or my neighborhood watch meeting,
Hello, my little smelly poop.
The point is you're just-- you gotta relax,
and, Karen, what are you doing here?
Day care for the urban professional's dog.
It's funny, I've never thought of myself as a dog person.
Just pick out a freaking dog, Grace.
Then what are you suggesting?
Who, boy? Who? Who, who?
May I bite your snoots from loves?
A female singer. Really, really skinny.
Grace, it's a dog, not the Ronco Fry Daddy.
and let's get out of here!
Let me take that prospectus with me on the plane.
They'll find 'em, they'll find 'em.
- I swear, he likes it. - Our Lindsay doesn't like TV.
Hi, Liza. Hi, Mischa.
When I said I wasn't a dog person, I meant it.
- You and I are going out tonight. - How can we go out?
Go on a date, Will. It's time.
- Will? - This is his transition object.
It was like letting the Von Bulows babysit.