Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- So can I. - Oh, my God.

We're just trying to clear up timelines

- What about Connor? - What about us?

[groaning and sniffling]

* Can you turn on the light *

I need you to get the rifle.

- What are you worried about, Everett?

- I can't believe you left our fucking dog.

- Well, first of all, they're teenagers.

and run around in the woods and kill some fucking deer?

- But-- - I'm grounded.

- Not that one. It's in the stable.

[werewolf growls]

Told me to leave the hospital.

Easy. Settle down, boy.

- Are you okay?

why didn't it kill me?

- It wasn't my idea.

- Who's your suspect?

except Connor's didn't look the same

- * All I see is black and white *

- I'm definitely not like you. [liquid sloshes]

- Wait, so is it like we each have one ability?

[cage rattles loudly] - We're here.

because we're waiting to be attacked by a predator

- I do. - Text me.

The cop. It took the fucking cop.

- Everybody's saying it was a kid from our school.

[police siren wailing]

- Are you still feeling it?

Luna. - Harlan, can you hear me?

- What else can you do? - What do you mean?

[overlapping chatter]

- Well, then how about you call our parents?

Line up at the sidewalk.

- Smoking what? - Weed.

on one of those kids again, you're off the task force.

- That's a fire line over there.

- We're not connected.

- Everett, just say that we smoked

- When I found the two of you...

When we were with the cops, you could all hear like me.

- Well, maybe you should have pushed harder.

- We need a story.

- Does anyone have Phoebe's address?

Hey, Harlan, steal anyone's boyfriend lately?

Anything different?