Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The way it slants through the trees.
Learning what?
Learning?
Emily, darling! Merry Christmas.
Well, we're happy to see you.
I don't wanna lose you, Austin.
I mean, what are your Christmas plans?
or... can my January beans.
You can absolutely make a living as a writer.
What do you mean?
Like a whaling ship.
You have no idea how good that makes me feel.
I'm just...
- I'm going to sleep. - To sleep?
Maybe.
Bodice rippers. Ghost stories.
That just made me so sad.
My family likes to joke I might be part horse, but that's beside the point.
- Let's get into bed now, Mom. - Emily, I'm so proud of you.
I like snacks.
We better start cooking. Right, Mrs. Dickinson?
- that you won't be lonely. - Right.
Yeah, I'm just trying to get paid.
Stop.
That would be nice.
will you stay?
and pop out little babies.