Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Some friends of ours need a good divorce lawyer. Do you have a card?

- (sighs) - Oh, don't show it to me! Oh!

Yeah, I'm-- I'm sorry, Miles.

Because their photographer isn't Diane Arbus.

Are you doing gay divorces now? We had no idea.

(crickets chirping) Huh.

We always knew there would be something you didn't like about us.

I could always blame work.

- Well, it still smells homey. - (smoke alarm beeps)

You're not gonna stop me, are you?

What? This isn't soda.

Thank God Jay was out playing golf.

- If it wasn't for me, he'd never get anything done. - Haley, please.

Alex texted when you were in that staff meeting.

Even the marauders, you could have a conversation with.

(sighs) Okay. You should get back to that.

Could you run back upstairs and get me my heating pad?

Yes. I'll bet that's why nobody wants us around.

"Hola, papi. Have you seen my computer?"

Why don't we all just...

- Guys, Dad's here. - Oh.

No! No dancing. It's too embarrassing.

As far as I'm concerned, we never have to have this fight again.

- (alarm blaring) - Earlier today!

next Monday. (gasps)

Great. But they know I can't make ice cream.

Doesn't this seem a little chintzy? Yeah, can we go now?

(snapping fingers) Hey, y'all coming?

Okay. That was your reward for ditching, but if you don't want to--