Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Family. Go!
I need you to become a peer counselor.
take it into the suburbs, and put on a private concert
You know, spuds are potatoes.
Super-tall mute dude with dreadlocks and a droopy eye?
my mom was right.
I'm kind of surprised.
That's the whole problem right there, Bevy.
You're very moody and sleepy and angry.
I really miss my grandpa.
(GASPS) Weird Al Yankovic!
You're underselling it,
Adam should be taking me to his first comedy concert.
What's up, buddy?
crippling depression wins.
I yell at you two morons.
Seems wrong to give me an "A" in gym
and second, when you lose, you quit.
I may have outgrown him,
who rocked my world.
I'm sure you remember my delicious boy, Adam. Of course.
but thanks for the partial gift, Dana.
You're afraid to open up to me.
and I finally had the chance to see him live.
Oh, my God. This is amazing!
medical psychiatrist, so if any of you want
I don't. I'm a tea drinker.
How dare you! What?
You're short, be taller. Boom. Next!
Besides me, of course.
I come highly recommended. (CHUCKLES)
ERICA: Hey, Mur-man.
A private concert isn't gonna bring those kids back together.
Oh! We should also ride bikes.