Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I see. Your boy.

Okay, time to go. Esteban's meeting us at the house.

I can feel him.

You will lie back, show there is a baby that is both male and mine.

I know it's soon, but have you thought about dating?

This thing is happening whether we like it or not.

Fast cars, rodent rape, summers off. Wow, to be you.

I don't-- No. I don't wanna fight no more with you.

-...if I'm gonna buy it. Or rent it. -We'll take it.

And I escaped. Heroically.

He's going to kill you. He's going to kill me.

Hey, hey, hey. You got a boner.

Yeah, well, you're not the mayor of us. And these shirts are lame.

What's it like fucking a monster?

It's a perfectly normal reaction to the adrenaline of combat.

God, I bet he wishes he didn't do that.

A hundred and eighty-six thousand...

He's a killer. Not me. I'm nice.

And you have to love me and treat me nice.

Previously on Weeds:

When we came together, we chose.

And you, Celia, are not quiet, not calm.

...and accidentally locked himself in a freezer chest.

Is this because you pissed yourself last night?

That abstinence-only bullshit? Blow it off.

Cannot predict now. Don't count on it.

-Brand new. -Hi.

Plenty of room.

It's not good or bad. It is.

I wanna open a store. Medical marijuana. Doug's helping.