Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wow, she's bad at math.
Okay, but don't breathe so loud.
I'm still holding out hope I'll have plans tonight.
I didn't! Shouldn't you be more worried that Haley has a nurse's uniform in her closet?
That's not cool. E-mails are private.
It's crazy, right?
- You want to tell me what I did? - Do you want to tell me what you did?
A professional real estate tool.
Okay, that's different. That was gossip.
- I don't know. Hanging out. - Sounds fun. Wear your helmets.
Which, by the way, were also on my salad.
His older brother is even worse.
I'm gonna answer, and then I'm gonna walk away.
Hey, my dad has one of those.
Knowing you're safe is the only thing that lets me sleep at night.
We don't. We already share a house, a life, a daughter.
She thought you were smoking grass.
Give me the phone.
I know how busy you all are with work and errands...
Online shopping at home for pants. We both needed pants.
- No. Give it back. - Ha! Yes.
I thought it was the wine.
No joke. You can't tell Cam.
- I don't trust him. - Claire, you're a tough one to figure out.
Amazing!
I'm gonna think the worst possible thing.
- I don't know how you do it. - Compromise and compassion.
Don't know if you caught that subtle cue. She's mad at me.
- Tell me. Tell me. - No, nothing.
- It's a funny thing we're doing. - How is that funny?
- What? - I got to go.
Well, first you have to check your in-box, your trash folder and your sent folder.
No, no, no. They're still swollen.
And look at you, smiling ear to ear.
Okay, sweetie, the adults are talking right now. And look what Daddy brought you.