Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All I want is for you to make something of yourself!
I'm fine. In fact, I don't know, I feel kinda good.
- I got some nice lost... - No, thanks, Ma.
My grandfather taught my father how to make it. And my father taught me.
- You know what I wonder? - What?
- Really? - I worked in a pizza place one summer.
Next time you take on a Yalie pick one your own age
- When can you start? - Anytime.
I mean, I've been married two hours and she wants me knocked up already!
It'll be a shame when they finish this place.
Well, Kat... four, and you go to heaven.
picking ivy, or whatever you do there?
I'm tellin' ya, Jo, that I love you. Doesn't that mean anything to you?
So I ask you now, in the presence of God, family and friends,
My dad's is the 62-foot two-misted schooner there.
It used to be called the Rose, after his mom.
- Josephina. - Jo!
- Daisy. - Teresa. You work here?
Yes, that's going to do it.
This is Hector Pleshette wishing you...
I really love you guys.
Yeah, right. Baby-sittin' for the baby-sitter?
- Those boys talkin' to me? - No, I don't think they is.
I hope you and the young lady enjoyed your dinners.
I curse, I'm stupid, I'm a slut.
The man is a prince, Jo.
Ma? I'm not gonna be able to take you to the potluck tomorrow.
I've been baby-sitting since I was nine.
Kat, I got a great idea.
Yeah, well, don't worry about me.
We should get him to come here. A good review would bring in tons of people.
Nikki comes home.
She won't even tell us what's in it.
He was just being nice. People do that, you know.
This should keep us up to date, Kat.
Nice sweater.
Next time you take on a Yalie, pick one your own age?
That's called the tomalley, Steamer. It's the best part.
- OK, what do you want to drink? - White wine?
My dad is not exactly a load of laughs.
Marriage? I'm talking about dinner with his parents.
Four stars.
Excuse me. May I have my coffee now?
And Dad's big frustration in life is that he can't train me.
When I was your age, you think they weren't sniffin' around after me?
I don't know. Let's just talk about it later.
I know what one looks like.
So how is it?
Bill, we have the apartment for three days and three nights.
Black angel hair pasta with Dalmatian sauce.
I was lucky. I caught that morning plane.
Looks to me like he's puttin' the moves on you.
They were bein' real jerks!
What has he got back here? I mean, God, what a stink.
You're going to wiggle your sweet ass, and he's going to forget all about it.
Either.
Each room is more breathtaking than the next.
It's a great night to spot comets.
- Didn't we, Phoebe? - Mommy, can we please go home?
No. I went last night.
- I think we should do it, Leona. - Listen, young ladies.
I got nothing' against bums.
I see kind of a... fuzzy clump.