Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't have to kill you."
You know what second-hand trauma is?
we'd never, not once... touched.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
Come on, come on, come on!
Are you okay to finish?
You did it.
Oh, did you remember to give them your Triple A card at the front desk?
the police wouldn't even have looked for her. I just thought...
Come back to the room.
I'm keeping this one.
You wanted to adopt that little boy, but... I wanted her.
Thank you.
Yeah, for, um... Betty Broderick-Allen.
They were too big and I felt myself go under
and a road... going somewhere.
- I was trying... - You lied about the note
If we don't try to help her, then we aren't who we say we are.
What's... what's happening?
Come closer.
Oh... Uh...
Help us, please!
- Help us! - Get us out of here!
This one.
We had kept each other alive.
- Slow. Hap, slow! - We're prisoners!
Then... I'm going to eat it.
Take me with you!
Get out.
Angel!
for over seven years, to be specific.
We drank water from a trough.
Homer!
It's okay.
- Easy, easy. - I'm sorry.
but I get to hold my Stan one more time.
That's right.