Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Mum! -Nice.
she's hit with-- Boom! Crisis.
Lena.
When we get home, you are going to go to your room and stay in your room.
I mean, telling us to piss off when we risked our lives--
-Don't you think-- Not good? -No, no.
[Lena snores]
Beats being here.
[screaming]
-Double knee. -One, two.
We'll see you in double geography. Go.
I-- I didn't. I just--
-[Fatima] So pretty! -[Lena laughing]
[all] Go!
-You think I'd lend you my car? -[all sigh]
[grunts]
child.
[alarm blaring]
Oh, come on. Really, Lena? [groans]
["Redeemer" playing]
Coming, Ma!
Aren't we too low-born for such esteemed company?
Ria.
Hmm.
How is that any more serious?
Eid Mubarak.
So do you do this often then?
[sighs]
When she was going into labor,
When you love someone so much,
Where is she?
-Alba. -Look.
How'd you wangle an invite to that?
Your hair will grow back twice as thick if you shave.
If it's an arse-kicking you're after, I could give you that for free.
She's in her second act.
[guests laughing]
[grunts]
[Ria] Okay, people.
You've been testing women,
Minus ten house points.
Okay. Piss off, okay? How could I be jealous?
For Christ's sake, I am not an artist!
I am the fury!
Seeing as he's my soon-to-be brother-in-law.
[breathing heavily]
So slim! [laughs]
I'm going to see if Lena needs anything.
She's going to use Lena as a vessel to create her own clone.
[muffled shouting]
She will forgive you, Ri.
You're uneven.
[both chuckle]
my last wife. She--
[chuckles] I was like, "Oh, shit. Maybe--
I mean what I said.
Thank you for saying that.
-Please! Please. -No. No!
Ria, he's taking her off to a tropical island.
And you tried to shove
I'm really sorry.
Mull things over.
You've been seeing this guy for not even a month,
-Damage to school property. -[grunts]
it's hard to let them go.
trying to frame your son,
I'm no expert, but they just seem to destroy things.
[extinguisher clangs]
-Okay. -Okay. [chuckles]
You were right, okay? You were right.
-to Ms.-- Ms. Lena. -'Cause it's her t-- It's--
uh, generally uncool behavior. Um…
Sorry, Ba. I'm really sorry, but I need to talk for, like, a sec.
Abu married me off like that.
Apparently, art school dropout is his flavor of choice-- [grunts]
[Alba] Yeah, mate. You got this.
I'm sure Dr. Gupta would love to have you work with him at his pharmacy.
-Sign it. -[shouts]
It's like the whole universe revolves around them,
-I'm pushing the button! -Wha--
Gotta keep those cuticles in check.
Warm regards, Ria Khan.
-[sobs] -Cut.
fg fg
[laughter continues]
-Begging you. -Mate, I'm pushing the button.
This is Salim Shah.
[laughing]
Don't worry. I'm sure she will.
-This is me! -Bullshit!
-[both grunt] -Shame on you.
-I was like, "Shit!" -Me too. Like, "Shit!"
you're utterly unremarkable.
Desist, man.
-[record button dings] -Action.
What are you talking about?
[whispering] Go, go, come on. Go, go.