Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, come on now. Don't...

checking on this PTA mom who was hell-bent on landing her daughter

I've separated all your things.

Why did I let you talk me into coming here?

But if I'm competing it's with the Bree Van De Kamps of the world,

I'm taking you out tonight. There's this cowboy bar you need to see.

Andrew, you promised you'd stay with your mother.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean that.

Did you offer to help Danielle get into modeling school?

- What happened? - Is she breathing?

Mom, this isn't gonna work. I'm not giving up my car.

Dad, she wants me out. She put all my stuff on the front lawn.

By old friend you mean college pal? Saved you from drowning?

I know how this looks, but there's nothing between us.

We kissed, F.Y.I.

And those dry-cleaning bags hang in our closets forever.

What do you know? It's 80 degrees outside and you're wearing fur.

But whether it's a friendly rivalry

- That's it. - It's true.

Susan was trying to remain inconspicuous.

You should have discussed these gifts with me first. We cannot accept them.

Six weeks in the suburban jungle, and this is all you got?

Mrs. Stark, what Andrew did was clearly wrong.

We are, because I enjoy being an only child.

God, I couldn't wait to get rid of them!

She could be waiting to make her move.

Oh, Danielle, remember when you said you wanted to be a model?