Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Buttons beeping, ringing tone]

Morning, Mrs. Petchul, you look lovely today.

I know where my mom kept her gun.

This is a beautiful yard. I'm sure it could use a little extra attention.

OK. Well, so it's gonna be a little bit more travel, but...

I guess no one's in the pool yet. Are you gonna swim?

Now I'm laying out $600 a month for doggie medicine. Am I a genius?

- Mrs. Solis? - Hello, Justin.

- Andrew's still a child. - He's 16. It's not unheard of.

Well, we can't put it back in his room.

- Are you coming back? - I don't think so.

Now did he? We don't know that for sure.

- You shot yourself? - Pretty lame, huh?

We have the mortgage payment coming up...

Don't get me wrong. She's nice. But the truth is, there's someone else.

He sent out formal invitations.

- You're going after his promotion? - No.

Is my daughter under there?

Mom? We can do it another night. I'll be fine.

How you're trying to blackmail me into sleeping with you.

So it's... it's over.

it was better to be safe than sorry.

I could do everything John did for you.

Oh, God. You scared me.

So, Peterson called me into his office today.

I thought this was an in-house position.

It's just lately, I've been starting to care about him and...

Justin. What are you doing up here?

Take that racket outside!

Of course, I mean,

baseball games, first steps. But that's the trade-off. Right?

You can see boys, in a couple years, just not that boy.

- What is wrong with nice invitations? - Mom, it's a pool party.

OK. I'll be firm.

And humiliating and shocking.

I do. I just... I don't know, I just, I really wanted that promotion.

[Gasps] Oh, God!