Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...four hundred and thirty-seven ninety-six?
-What's that thing supposed to be? -Domestic bliss.
Most likely. Outlook good. Signs point to yes.
...and the cold heart of a killer, what does he have that I don't have?
Then stuff his face and watch movies like nothing happened.
They were gonna sell my gallbladder to the Japanese.
Can't. If I split before the movie ends, the hamsters get raped with Sharpies.
Oh, good. Just so you know, that's what I was going for.
My first boyfriend. My first love. My first-- You know.
-Mr. Sundasky. -I need some pot.
-I've been thinking. -You can't stay here.
We can't approve your application without consent of law enforcement.
Stop kicking each other. I'm gonna make you pee your pants again.
What happened to the smelly guard dog?
Judah died.
Just sign here and here. Month to month. Three months down.
And happy thoughts around me as much as possible.
I order you to release me.
Get yourself to a safe place. Wait for my call.
Is it Andy's?
Listen, I don't know what sort of bullshit he's trying to pull...
-Someone or something. -You have to choose, Nancy.
I think it would be best.
-Go upstairs. -Are you sure it's safe up there?
Not wonderful, not a surprise.
...wherein you re-live all the many pleasures of fucking my sister.
...but you tell Judah he's gonna have to come in here and talk to me...
Well, I feel your bucket.
You sort of look like him.
Yeah? Well, what do you need from me?
Medical marijuana actually.
Mommy needs to get drunk.