Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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