Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, hey, come on, baby.

You know it doesn't matter what people think.

- And we said... - That's three.

I mean, you know, can't we just...

- and when you do come home, you're... - Bec, what are you saying?

can we spend one fat-free night

Now here's the part you're not gonna like.

Guess the thing I really need

because I think that's something

um, this dress is fitting you in all the right places.

I need you there, okay?

Daddy, stop! Daddy, stop!

I'd be careful not to give her a reason to notice.

Our plane is rapidly approaching

It's not funny. It's not.

But I saw something there,

We lost the third baby, Jack.

So if it's a problem, fix it. Be a man, and fix it.

And then one morning, I was in the bathroom,

How long is your crack-addict biological daddy

Otherwise, I'll make you a bigger laughingstock

Previously on This Is Us...

I know you're usually up late, right?

What's our endgame here?

it's been crazy out here, just... you know.

sort of move on, right?

I was wondering if I could be so forward

Promise me you'll always be good.

I know I have body distortion issues or whatever it's called,

Randall is your little brother; you have to have his back.

We'd just bought this house on faith,

would I have known you from one of these waiters

- Big Three? - Big Three!

I was shopping.

Yeah, and I'm sorry. I got a lot on my mind.

- Are you getting drugs? - Mm-mm. No.

- Manny out. - Go get 'em.

I know all this, Miguel.

- Baby, I... - And the thing is,

I'm sorry, but you're just a litterer.

For you, I can.

They said they're not gonna let me out of the show, man.

You know, we're gonna strategize, talk next steps.

I think we're at a six and I think I'm being generous.

It's your meeting.

couldn't see anything.

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

No, I know. Just five more minutes.

St. Maarten, Kevin.

She's raising not one, not two, but three eight-year-olds

Are you really sick?

All right, so let's get our jackets.

Yeah, sure. I was, uh, in an improv comedy troupe.

why don't you step a damn scale?