Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I think I'm still in love with him.

It's called co-viewing. Men mean bigger ad dollars.

I came out, to Julia.

but I want you to know…

-I would like to work here. -Great. I'll just get a pen.

Something that my dad helped build is still on the moon.

I just dropped Johnny at the airport.

Oh, yeah. Come in. Come on in.

I'm gonna come back.

-Tull, what are you doing here? -Can I sleep over?

What is that supposed to mean?

Yeah, but then I thought,

So, you're leaving?

♪ I know that its so ♪

Oh, actually, um…

Now, get inside. You're going to freeze to death.

{\an8}-Nobody likes rhubarb, Mom. -Well, there was a sale on rhubarb, so…

Can I stay with you for a while?

Keep your hands up! Everyone! Hands where we can see them.

Yeah, while you're making out with them?

So there's hundreds of layoffs. It's a really huge local news story.

[choral music playing]

No, I'm not fucking kidding you.

[indistinct police radio chatter]

It's nice to meet you. So, should we head to the party?

We can hammer out any remaining details over lunch.

[chortles] Okay.

{\an8}Something you touched is on another planet.

It didn't mean anything. It was just a slip of the tongue.

{\an8}I don't want to think about it. Today's about Dad.

But there's a few things I'd like to talk about first.

-Felt kind of like a metaphor. -For what?

But it's not to, you know, make Johnny jealous?

-Is this for me? -Well…

and I am prepared to offer you double what you are making now.

To sum up, it was great kissing, great--

[whispers] Check your contract.

Your only talent was getting shot. Good luck out there. You'll need it.

Yeah, because losing the baby was so traumatic, for both of you.

I talked to my buddy Mike. He's a… a lawyer.

Is that-- Is that my accent?

He was on my mind and so his name just popped into my head

[doorbell ringing]

If things were better here, he'd stay, but they're not, so he's leaving.

because we have a lot of Christmas shopping to do.

Could've told you bare-knuckle boxing a mirror is a losing game.

-Bye, Mom. -[door slams]

[softly] Of course. Come here.

You come into my house, which I pay for from the money I make at the factory.

Mom, we have to finish this article for the school paper. It's due tomorrow.

[answering machine beeps]