Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Why do you wear it? - It was my mother's.
I don't know. I just couldn't see living in some hotel.
I'd like you to meet Jennifer Calaveri.
Penalty, Barrett of Harvard, five minutes for fighting.
Now, upstairs, you preppie.
Two 24-year-olds can't seem to make a baby.
And I want time, which you can't give me.
Yes. I mean... one of the college chaplains just sort of...
- Because I'm playing. - For which side?
Just tell me who performs the wedding.
That's really the best thing.
Good evening. This is Jennifer Barrett.
But verbal volleyball is not my idea of a relationship.
Oliver, the Shady Lane School is only paying me three thou a year.
Don't go off half-cocked, damn it!
What can you say about a 1945 girl who died?
Barrett's back in the game. Harvard's at full strength.
Yeah, but who?
Barrett. 10-H. We've got bags in the car.
Oh, Mr. Barrett. Good evening, sir.
What does that have to do with going our separate ways?
and I just don't think I could.
I think you can handle it.
- Quiet! - Come on, come on.
Well, mostly. Actually, my mother came from Fall River.
- Well, good-bye. - Good-bye, sir.
No. I'll be involved.
and Radcliffe's got a few lousy thousand.
- We live on the 10th floor! - You can carry me in the elevator.
And I'm good, right?
No, but I used to know all those things.
You're known for quantity.
but must you play it while we study?
I find it rather cute.
Your parents are in the drawing room.
- Did you hear from law school? - Yes. I called you, remember?
I love you.
Yeah. "What a falling off was there."
I would only ask that you... wait a bit.
- Barrett like the hall? - Yes.
No. I mean for Phil. It's going to be hardest on him.
- Jenny... - Yeah?
Wise up, would you please, Barrett? I was not great. I was not even All-Ivy.
The case is closed!
- Welcome to the world, preppie. - Listen, Cavalleri...
- Do you know whose fault it is? - I wouldn't use the word fault, Oliver.
Look, Cavalleri, I know your game, and I'm tired of playing it.
- Will it be painful? - Hopefully not.
- And you are rebelling, Oliver. - I fail...
- OK, then, for the Yalie doctor. - OK.
And her... sainted mother always dreamed of a...
She may have told you that.
Thank you. You've been very generous with your time.
- You chicken-shit! - You Montreal faggots!
Yes, fine. How's Raymond?
Who said anything about marriage?
Who?
Did you at least make the other guy look worse?
- Friends... - How would I know?
OK, what's the number?
- Come on, Dan. Come on. - Hey, Jennifer, Come here!
What are you talking about? Lapierre started the fight!
OK, Barrett. Who is she? What's her name?