Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Well, second... third. - Oh.

- Oh, uh... - No, no secrets.

I really gotta figure out what I'm gonna do with my life.

You're right, this is serious. A waffle isn't the answer.

But I do want to.

So I got my godmother Poppy to marry us.

Would you do something for me?

with the first day of the rest of your life?

deep down, you still really love each other,

if her kid's crapping diamonds

Lizzie, you take it.

Wes called me. The question is why didn't you?

She's here for emotional support.

No, your father lying about money

Don't get me wrong, one awkward evening

I know that we've been

I can't date my patient's brother.

Babe, it doesn't have to take hours.

Nobody has Sara Bareilles candle sex every night.

not all the time, just maybe during sex...

Okay. Okay, I'll go first.

But I hoped babysitting Lizzie's kids would go better.

I do have a stupid client dinner tomorrow night and...

I have always put our family first.

- I'm five. - Right.

Because I... I had the situation under control.

- Oh! Oh, my gosh! - What is going on?

Sorry, what for?

I could beat the crap out of him?

I think we can let go of family dinners at this point.

I don't love the Q&A afterwards.

So what are your problems?

Oh, Mom has decided to be a bi with Poppy.

we didn't have a... a future.

- And a place to live. - Reluctantly.

- You know what? Never mind. - Let's just go to bed.

...I want you to know the real me.

- You should try it. - Can you just stop with the waffle?

The next morning was the first time

I promise you...

and you are gonna figure out how to save the house.

and I wrote it on cocktail napkins,