Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I like this guy.
I have to tell you...
See? This is what I need to write.
I don't know what you mean.
Why don't you play something, Sue?
Noted.
Mom.
Vinnie, my dear, you look so brown. You look like a roasted ham.
About getting married.
But Hawthorne can eat a dick, am I right?
- What a lovely Christmas Eve, just lovely. - See?
You know, I just, you know, I get going, and it's...
Let's just hope she's not on a cruise with a bunch of lusty Spaniards,
Boo!
Wait, he's building you a conservatory?
No.
Well, like, maybe a man and a woman don't have to get married.
Where is his wife, anyway?
Where's the rest of your family?
We're happy to have you, Ben.
- Emily. Sit near me. - May I...
Just like this, you and me. Forever.
It's that I don't typically prioritize it.
- I love you, Emily. - I love you, Vinnie.
"If your husband brings home company when you are unprepared,"
I guess I'm learning from him.