Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You want to teach your daughter how to drive stick, don't die!

-[normal voice] Were you sleepwalking again? -Oh. I guess so.

Why wouldn't I?

Mateo! What's happening? All right!

What, do you want to see a prescription or something?

-If we continue down this path-- -The university's never going to fund Phase Two.

I'm gonna go get a decorative ring pillow for me to scream into.

[Sam] Uh-huh. Sure.

but you're not really driving, right?

I'm not sure you're the best judge

[Alma] I know two weeks is a long time for me to be away.

Want you to close your eyes and take a deep breath.

Where were we? Here, so...

Hm. Well, you don't need to do that.

-I don't understand. -[Tunde] Alma--

I know I sound crazy, but I'm just trying to help.

and we can see, no, they're just blocks. You understand?

[muffled chatter]

-What? -Besides, you can go back to them

then none of you would have had a birthday yet.

Remember when you were eight, you went to that new school,

because in a way, you already have.

-This isn't working, okay? I can't do this. -Okay. You can do this.

-Do you think they were having an affair? -Alma! No!

because you kept showing up to gym class without your uniform.

-Ah, beautiful! -Get it.

But it felt like a long time for me, too.

It turns out you were lending your dry shorts to Rita whenever she wet herself.