Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I told you I don't need or want your help.
The good news is, Lainey,
Porsche. There is no substitute.
a new advancement in phone technology would let me talk to Dana,
Hello!
I'm really not. Oh, you are.
Learn how to shred the axe? You will.
I'm a visual thinker. Hush up!
No Tom Cruising.
It lost its minty flavor.
that worked just fine.
in the end, he knew
(SLOW-MOTION) No!
and decided to let loose.
I may not be able to call or fax Dana,
The fax machine.
but the Goldbergs weren't so happy.
BOTH: Really? Yeah.
¶ Karate kick Godzilla
Within three hours, Lainey's house was jumping.
You don't have to break up with what's-her-face.
He was a pantless, partying badass in tube socks.
how long I've waited for this moment.
Mom, stop right there, okay?
Oh, it's kind of my thing. You'll see.
So, I'll watch it from here and you'll watch it in Seattle.
Your mom's very pushy.
willing to risk everything for her kids...
I demand you make her captain, and I want her on top of the pyramid.
Yeah, both aren't gonna happen.
but she will know how I feel,
Oh, hell no.
But don't say I didn't warn you.
You can only parent your own child.
(MUMBLING) No Tom Cruising.
We're gonna throw a real, live kick-ass Risky Business party!
She's taken his last name for insurance purposes.
We're gonna have so much fun.
His, his name was, uh...
Lainey Lewis. (TIRES SCREECHING)