Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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