Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- What the heck is going on? - We're having a party.
I opened it. $270.
Go on, I'll drive you there. Come on.
He wrote, "And maybe more."
- Not too long. - A while. Fifteen minutes?
She's rearranging my candlesticks.
Don't get all enthusiastic and ruin it for me.
Hey Angela. I'm a bitch!
Because I actually think that this could be really fun.
- I never do see her. - Just give me the address.
You were going to have a few friends over?
What? It's domestic.
who actually was a lot like Rayanne now that I'm remembering.
Is that clear?
- tight ass neighborhood watch. Okay? - Okay.
Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me.
Mom, it turns out there's this thing tomorrow at Rayanne's...
- Emotional about food? - Never mind.
- Some goals. - That's great.
You want to know where grandpa is? He's not coming.
Are you kidding? You're feelings about adoption.
Okay.
I mean, would that even work?
- Can you grab that for me? - Sure.
- I told you I have a meeting. - Whatever.
That's none of your business. Quit trying to read upside down.
Life was created to be lived. Give me.
I guess there's no reason not to go ahead with the party, right?
- Come in. - Thank you.
Your mother is amazing.
Fine. I'll do the streamers.
No. No way am I going down there.
Raynee? Oh, God!
Mom, I think I'm going to Rayanne's.
- Just take care, okay? - Why is it so cold?
Don't let me catch you drinking in this house again.
No, that was the other one. Where is Angela?
- Pippi Longstocking? - That's it!
The only reason you're even having it here is--
that you did for Sharon's birthday a few years ago? The streamers?
What about family? What about doing what's right?