Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The auction's tomorrow.

-Got it. -Right. And you're brilliant, okay?

(clicking on phone screen)

No, no, I want to kiss you. I like this.

Elena: Did I do something wrong?

Sally: Like Pavlov's dogs.

What is the tuition there?

I wouldn't call us isolated.

It is a crime not to be frantically busy." Who just...

Well, he might have seen something.

This may look like an ordinary glass of tap water,

I don't know, I felt like an intruder.

Would you like some company?

Like she was being passive-aggressive about it. You didn't get that?

O'Rourke: WHERE DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL? YOU GO TO REARDON?

I don't know why I'm suddenly six years old.

Like she was...

GRACE: I'll fix this.

I-I think he wants me to quit.

before making a choice.

-for our wonderful Reardon School! -(all applauding)

I don't know. I don't know, Shelby.

(siren blaring)

-Grace: WHAT? -(exhales)

Amanda (laughing): I mean, who doesn't get Chagall?

But you made me feel at home. So...

GRACE: Nothing about this makes any sense.

-It's the dog thing again. -But why, Dad?

Not another funeral?

(distant siren blaring)

You said his name was Miguel?

For your kindness.

It's nothing bad with Henry, but can you call me, please?

If I had a clue, I wouldn't be here

I'm apt to win one of Henry Ford's original dipsticks.

and when I apply to medical school,

but you know, I do hate to forfeit my Hyatt reward points.

I don't know. Sometimes I think we should move out of the city.

Anyway, I honestly don't think he's ever gotten over it.

-No. -It is. You're blaming me.

♪ JUST HOLD ME TIGHT AND TELL ME YOU'LL MISS ME ♪

-Really? -Mm-hmm.

I'm not blaming you. I'm just saying there's a particular

-Which is fine. I mean, that's appropriate. -But...

Grace: Right. Um...

Can't you ever just be not nice?

You hear those fucks didn't show?

and it seems that absolutely everybody is here,

(grunts) So, what, we're keeping score?

HENRY FRASER: Mom, you're acting strange.

Joseph Mendoza: HOW WELL DID YOU KNOW ELENA ALVES?

It had nothing to do with us. Or you.

Diane: Before we turn to our scheduled items for bid...

a cat, or a hamster.

Um... (scoffs) What kind of--

IF THIS IS A MEDICAL EMERGENCY, PLEASE CALL 911,

(sniffs) You know what? Actually, I'm right in the middle of a meeting,

AFTER SHE DROPS HER SON OFF, SHE JUST SITS THERE.