Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're right. I don't need the nightgown.
Yes, there is. I'm so ashamed.
a Waterpik, a hair dryer and a nightgown.
Look, Chrissy, it's one of those instant cameras. Oh!
Janet?
Chrissy, can you sew a button on for me, please?
No. As a matter of fact, all through the shower...
she'd be up here complaining too.
Come on, Chrissy. Come on. [ Stammering Continues ]
And, remember, what happens between two consulting adults...
and the first person it fits I'll marry.
Yeah, I never would've believed this of Jack.
Yeah, I see what you mean.
This stuff that you were tellin' me,
Hey, what are you doin', waitin' on people at the Regal Beagle?
Oh. Well, I'll bet she was.
she never stopped laughing.
Oh! It looks like somebody left in a hurry.
[ Door Closes ]
Here we go, Chrissy. Mrs. Roper, we got her this terrific Crock-Pot.
It was more of a drizzle.
Oh, I'm sorry, Jack, but I've gotta finish packing.
Oh, you're right.
[ Grunting ]
Oh, come on, now. Hey... Look, I can't even step outside my own house.
Now, I don't approve of what you stand for,
[ Chrissy ] Bye, Jack! Hey, but don't worry. I'll be all right all alone...