Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- What are you doing? - Greenwich, my ass!
My father just put himself 5,000 bucks in the hole to watch his daughter pass out.
OK, all right, so he had his arm around you. So what, right?
Reservations!
- You're weird. - I'm weird?
Right down here, honey. The one with the orange stripe.
In New Haven, a place called Nubby's.
Oh, 'scuse me. Sorry.
Yeah?
Hey, Leona, your boyfriend's on.
But we've had long talks about staying in the tradition of the Connecticut house.
Except my name.
Hi, Phoebe.
There you go. This is so great. This is just too great.
Well, I owe it all to you, Dad.
Hi, Kat.
Hello, Mystic Pizza.
All it needs is a little bit of fresh air.
Listen.
What story do you want?
You think I always looked like this?
All I want you to do for me
I just... When I actually got up there to do it,
'Little rabbit, don't you know who I am?'
- What do you think about that? - Guess I could get a ride with Louisa.
Here you go. I'll get a box so you can take the rest home.
- Oh, boy. - Can I have a smoke?
But I had to do it, you know?
Am I babbling?
No, they'll cover for me.
Oh, yeah. Boffing, fucking, screwing.
- She came back tonight. - Shit.
Hi, how's it goin'?
It's my favourite.
- She picked them herself. - I'll bet. Are you hungry, Phoebes?
Is that my father's shirt?
- lt'd taste like that magazine there. - Oh, come on, Leona.
I'm going to return it
Let's play some pool.
It isn't boring, this is fun.
Do you see six bright stars and one very faint one?
The... Mystic Pizza. I assume that's the house special.
No one's around. Nobody's around. No one's around. Nobody's around.
Because I do, Bill. I really, really, really do.
Next time you take on a Yalie pick one your own age
Oh, God. Kat, this is really heavy-duty stuff here.
Maybe I don't love Bill.
What's the matter?
Read.
- Why? - The Fireside Gourmet. He's here.
I think maybe.
She gone?
Kat?
Excuse me.
Kat! Order up.
May I propose a toast?
Think we might get that pizza served while it's still hot?
- So it's Tim now? - Shut up.
- So what? - Leona!
Take care.
Daisy...!
by a wealthy merchant named Elias Montrose for his English bride, Elizabeth.
- Hi. I'm home. - Hi. How's Mrs Farley today?
- Yeah, Dais. Watch your mouth. - Oh, excuse me, Holy Mother.
I'm not gonna be slingin' pizza for the rest of my life.
Leona, I need the best Mystic Pizza you've ever made.
- Daisy, no! - Daisy, what are you doing?
How shall I say this? In a word...
Run, run, run.
..goat cheese popovers I would kill for.