Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪ Confusion ♪

♪ Watching through windows ♪

I'm so sorry, Deja.

- I know. You're right. - Just be honest.

- I know. I'm sorry. - That's great.

I don't. I-I don't have anything to give you.

- Who was that? - Uh, Linda.

You knocked me up, so...

I'm on this side of the glass, aren't I?

I didn't want to do it,

I don't want to hurt you.

Okay, but here's... See, here's the thing.

Will you, please... marry me?

Let's get married.

My name is Randall Pearson.

- Sorry, there's a few of us. - Hello.

...that that's what he would want.

What do they call that, a big chop?

No, nope. I-I got this. You go to work.

I am done letting that woman hurt that child.

I don't give a damn about a court order, Randall.

Like, whatever.

Oh, he's good. He's great.

Despite ourselves, despite what everyone's told us,

Ten years for stealing a TV.

You know what? You made the choices

like she's studying.

- Good morning! - Morning!

a woman who thinks it's perfectly fine

I'm here to, uh, you know, I'm surprising Sophie.

The guy at the mall kiosk loves me.

You seem to know all about my situation.

break it to me that none of the pretty ones come in my size.

from 40 years of disappointment with me.

is that he won't have the tools he needs in his life

Now, I understood my skin color,

- outside the courtroom. - Yeah, but... I'm sorry. I know.

You should've seen her today, Beth, with that little purse.

And father-daughter dance.

So well-behaved.

- a baby out of wedlock? - Am I scared?

Can you see him?

- Ooh. - Sorry.