Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ted, he's dead.
I just want things to go back to before...
I can light this fucking cigarette.
Yeah. We're on the topic of assholes, Judy.
Um, the owner is, like,  a globalist, I think.
♪ Come on, rocksteady ♪
What does that say about me? That I wanna be lied to?
-God, talk about players. -Steve's not a player.
-They're stupid now. -No!
♪ Play with me ♪
-Oh, hey, Judy. -Hey.
[knocking]
He was lying to my face for a year and a half.
Okay. Our relationship is complicated.
She got a new job at some restaurant in Dana Point.
I don't wanna fight! Okay? There's a lot of shit you don't know!
He fucking killed me.
♪ I'm a naughty girl Anything for you ♪
I have to tell you something.
The speed limit is 30 in Laguna.
I was up all night trying to figure out who she is.
Look, I get why you'd want me to do that. I do. And I'm sorry.
Ted? Like, my Ted?
We had three fucking offers over asking. One in all cash.
Ted was just never a player.
Not to ruin it for you, it didn't.