Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You need to go down south.
Oh, we dropped him at his girlfriend's.
She saw it in, um, the supermarket.
You tell Smurf?
It's me. Turn on channel 2.
I would call, but I-I didn't wanna...
Like a dipshit, he runs in there.
I'm serious.
Get back!
I'm sorry.
They need a car for the thing.
Shit. Fine.
Piece of shit.
Tell Daddy what?
- Go outside. We need to work. - Okay, what can I do?
Pretty tough on me with Smurf.
Come on, honey. Why don't you help me with the food trays?
- Oh! - Go, J!
Yeah.
The kid is in until I say he isn't.
If we had taken you to a doctor,
I promise.
- No! - She knows.
You know what I mean. I can take Lena with.
Just toss me a bone, man. Smurf doesn't have to know.
We're not those people, Baz. We're not.
It looks like a bad clown.
I just tripped on my front walk.
Ah, Smurf sent me. She, uh... she needs you home right away, man.