Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I feel simply reborn.

Okay, this is it. This is an idea for a novel.

- Yeah. - It's my Christmas cravat.

Edward, I have no more tears to shed.

- Hear! Hear! - Yes, yeah, I'm engaged. That's right.

Like Jarndyce and Jarndyce.

I will only be gone a few months.

- We're mainlining that shit. - Me too.

Oh, my God, this is so embarrassing.

- Merry Christmas. - I forgot my mittens.

- Joseph, you came! - What's up?

It sold pretty well.

- I'll just eat more. - Okay.

I can't live in my father's house anymore.

I bet she would.

Congratulations, Jane.

We have to grate a buttload of nutmeg.

Actually, there are tons of women publishing nowadays.

I can trust that when I speak a word, he hears it.

Right. Of course.

Yeah. Yeah, I mean, kind of.

Well, sure. Your family might disapprove.

I just don't want you to end up all alone, and time is slipping away.

You're welcome.

We could tell them that I ate poisonous bark.

"For Emily, who thinks flowers are nicer than people."

- Just sit here. We'll just scoot over. - Ithamar, thank you.

so excited you're getting married.

It's called Flower Fables.

How are we gonna have our annual Christmas dinner party without you?

I just came to pick them up.

That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes -

You have to stop throwing yourself at him.