Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But it's what he was.
It's only me, Daddy.
I hadn't thought about him in years.
Ooh, that's worse.
"I will comfort you, should you feel sad.
Well done, girl.
- Hurts? - Yeah.
(Whispering) It was everything.
I'm not sleeping... I'm painting
(Door shuts)
I wonder...
"Where'd my vase disappear to?" Or "What happened to my crystal dragon?"
- I wrote this? - (Brianna) You did.
- I was trying to not scare you. - Well, you're terrible at that.
And you're so honest with your feelings.
- (Frankie chuckles) - Don't stop, OK?
I didn't go there thinking that... It just... happened.
- (Frankie) Shh! - (Clears throat)
- Oh, hi, Guy! - I can't talk to him.
- Maybe I'll hang them in her car. - (Laughing)
- Can we read? - No, no! It's not ready yet!
Why are you looking for Frankie? Did you have a fight?
It's just a bit cold. You titled it "Robert v. Sol."
"Whatever you face, I will face.
Yes, look how many times.
- about that man that you had the thing with... - (Chuckles)
But hallucinogens...
I've got some ayahuasca that will knock your socks off.
The part with the old man and the ducks on the park bench.
- Oh, my God! - I know.
You, on the other hand, have a rotten job to do.
Whoa.
And I am a certified amateur psychologist.
- I wasn't thinking. - Not with your brain!
- Yeah. - Come on, let's go home.
(Phone ringing)
- Yes, Dad. - Especially traumatizing.
There you are. Hi!