Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

New York or L.A.
Phil? - Why don't you just lie down.
- I think it was a little bit of a rough morning. - Yes.
- I'm ready. Okay, go. - All right, I'm going.
don't feel an obligation to attend my memorial...
- Sons? - Sons?
Be nice. It took me 20 minutes to find my opera cloak.
- Well, don't worry about it. - Um, I'm sorry.
And then I see the way that he looks at you, and...
I'd have time to anchor the cabinet to the wall.
Oh, just double-checking these straps. This is an extra.
Gloria's gone too? Oh!
- I've had four of 'em. - God.
That's 32 weeks, young lady!
Oh, got it! Got it! Oh!
Oh, God. Oh, God. Okay.
I don't like trampolines. They make me seasick.
- Seriously! I just fixed that. - Really?
Cameron still has feelings for you.
I... I can't believe you ever dated him.
- I'm coming right over. - No, you don't need to come over.
- I know. I know.
- There might not even be a heaven? - I don't know.
I just don't understand this bad section of heaven.
- I'm a bad liar. Do not hand me that. - He's on. Pick up.
Sweetheart, listen to me. This is the S.A.T.'s, okay?
You did panic, Cam. You panicked real bad.
- How are you doing over there? - Great.