Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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