Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Apology accepted.
...and shattered existence...
My name never appears on any piece of paper.
It's a boat song.
I understand.
And if he does, he denies it.
- Gomez. - Well, I need assurances.
...and to start over, fresh.
He's an undercover cop here to scope us out and bust us.
...Gomez.
Store manager. Gotta question your ass.
...to live the lie of domesticity?
- You have been in my dreams. - Oh, yeah? Yeah.
"Who are you, lady? I ain't your kid."
You called. I'm here.
She's living in Oaxaca with a guy named Rodolfo.
And you and I are not dark-hearted.
- You are. - Okay.
- You love Doug. - No. I love you, Andy.