Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

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

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

[choral music playing]

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

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

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

because we have a lot of Christmas shopping to do.

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

What is that supposed to mean?

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

[softly] Of course. Come here.

I think I'm still in love with him.

[indistinct police radio chatter]

I'm gonna come back.

No, I'm not fucking kidding you.

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

♪ I know that its so ♪

but I want you to know…

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

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

[answering machine beeps]

-Is this for me? -Well…

I just dropped Johnny at the airport.

-Bye, Mom. -[door slams]

So, you're leaving?

Oh, yeah. Come in. Come on in.

Can I stay with you for a while?

Is that-- Is that my accent?

Oh, actually, um…

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

[whispers] Check your contract.

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

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

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

We can hammer out any remaining details over lunch.

Yeah, while you're making out with them?

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

Yeah, but then I thought,

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

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

[doorbell ringing]

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

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

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

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

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

[chortles] Okay.

I came out, to Julia.

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