Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Honey, you're The best actress We have.

When we could be... Exploring our feelings For each other.

Does that ever Happen to you, sam?

To tell you the truth, i'm going To kind of miss the old beard.

Your dad was A scientist, huh?

Well, kelly's kind of An old-fashioned girl.

Where you going?

Hobnobbing with The great minds of The era,

I love you, air.

I imagine i'm dr. Freud And i'm back in vienna,

It all adds up...

Wait. Wait. Stop.

I love you, emily. I need you.

All right. Come on, Cliff, admit it.

No, it's woody.

Come on, woody. I've seen plays before.

So why don't we Chip in--aah!

Don't you think?

So that's the secret To acting--fear!

Don't make excuses, Woody.

Woody, honey, You want to come back Center stage?

Can you believe This pathetic display?

Cliff: hey, whoa.

I've always had This little fantasy

All i can say is It's about time.

Who was that guy?

You're in a play. You have rehearsals.

I'm breathing From my diaphragm.

I meant roughly 7.

Well, as a matter of fact, Carla, in my family's history,

Back in my university days, I once trod the boards,