Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We're looking down a long road here, Mrs. Hodes.
What are those lines?
I can't understand anything that you're say... Stop crying.
I'm sorry, Nance. Are you fucking insane?
Sign your name.
but now I'm thinking it's because you're a crazy, stalker, narcissist whack job.
Don't be too flexy. We start with people we've dealt to before
And why the fuck are you stalking me?
Oh, hey, erm...
- Pay you? - That is what I'm doing.
You'll get a full diagnostic report from the doctor.
Don't you remember I wore that pompom hat the other day?
Poor guy. Poor wrecked guy.
I have to sit down.
She's all yours.
- I'm not gonna answer that. - It might be important.
Will you drop the Steel Magnolias bit? He's still breathing.
He's gonna be all right, though, right?
- I'm tense. - Ooh, you want a massage?
I'm in the middle of explaining this to you.
OK, I'm gonna go smack my kid and take him to the shrink.
At her youth group. She's coming by later.
Stop!
- This is so not over. - I'm sorry, sir. I did like your pompom hat.
Shane went. I don't know if it did anything.
Come on! Move it!
- Fuck you. I love my son. - Oh, sorry, of course you do.
I would hope that my children could learn from my mistakes.