Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't know. I think things are pretty good the way they are.
I had to pay him $1 .50 just so I couId ask you. I'm gIad he didn't want more...
-Come on, Bobby. -Wait. I'm supposed to Iead.
Right.
-I'm gIad you won. -I didn't, I Iost.
That wonderfuI aroma of gardenias and sweat socks.
...if you're out there, give us a sign.
WouId you Iike to try a sIow dance?
Sam, wait a minute. WouId you wait tiII the pitch is over the pIate?
Oh, that's it. I'm dead. You're Iooking at a corpse.
-Hi, guys. -Dad, couId I speak with you?
I've got a coupIe of parents of my own.
Tony, how do you....
What about Ghandi?
I didn't think I was gonna have anything to say...
How about OId Lady Scranton?
WouId you Iike a candy mint?
Okay, I just thought I'd ask.
I mean, it seems Iike Dad's aIways there.
If I had to come anyway, I might as weII come with someone who wasn't...
...what do you think of Scranton's idea about the schooI dance?
No. Mother, SaIIy Watson Ioved you.
I aIways wanted to be a teacher. I Iove kids.
Bobby, wouId you reIax? Everything's gonna be fine.
Now you're reaIIy starting to think Iike a grown-up.
Nah.
-What? -Change partners.
-Okay. Good. -You'II Iove this guy.
-WouId you Iike to dance? -Why, thank you, Bobby.
Honey...
-Who? -OId Lady Scranton.
Yeah, Dad. Have you tried the punch, or the cookies, or sitting in the car?
Don't worry, Tony. I'II stiII Iike you.
Oh. You want me to you want me to cooI it with the dancing?