Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Where would you go?

But you hate to cook.

- We don't? - Not if you don't want to.

really glad you were born.

But I don't write novels. I write poems.

He's a harness manufacturer.

- Thank you. - Marriage isn't for everyone.

Tell them not to come.

So you can grow roses year-round, and you will always be happy.

- You'll see. We'll be just fine with... - Tell that to my neuralgia.

{\an8}Winter Afternoons -

Okay, so, he's not really married, is he?

I've put too much pressure on you, haven't I?

Is this grated nutmeg?

And where is your mother?

This is unheard of.

Thirty seconds. I think that's a record.

"provided you keep a piece of calf's rennet ready prepared, soaking."

I'm not celebrating Christmas without your father.

I didn't stop laughing the whole time.

Traveling? Really?

Walking in silence was nice.

- Louisa. - Okay, Jane. Seriously, what?

Well, we should talk.

I wanna show you what a good little woman I can be.

But, Mother, it's broad daylight.

Apparently, I had something called "widow's euphoria."

Jane says that you're a writer too.

My dad blew all his money starting that commune,

Well, I guess there's a reason we named you after me.

He's a married man, Em.

God, my father would kill me if I wrote like Fanny Fern.

- Like what? - Like the frugal little housewife herself.

He wants to add an extra gable.

- Okay. You have made your point. - But no...

I mean, they may never speak to you again, but so what?