Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

digging yourself out of a hole you didn't even know you were digging.

No, I don't think so.

The fuck is this?

♪ No matter what they take from me ♪

-[Jen] So handsome. -[Judy] The handsomest.

You know what? That doesn't give you permission

I never knew my dad and I was a basket case.

-What would your father say? -Probably nothing, because he's dead.

Yeah, I can, because I'm a very powerful woman, so...

Sure. When I die.

-[Jen] Godspeed, kid. -[Henry] Thank you. Let's go!

Please stay where you are, ma'am. You, up against the wall. Now!

♪ Since you came along ♪

-Oh, my God. I'm so sorry. -Yeah. Thanks.

[Judy] He's not my boyfriend, we're just hanging out.

-Hmm? -Is this handsome?

-[Jen] Jesus Christ! -[Judy] Holy shit!

I went home and drew a picture of it. But then my mom made me throw it away.

That is so presumptuous to me. He was not religious.

Any usable evidence is long gone.

Oh, Henry. I'm a friend of his mom's.

to throw out every single rule and act like an asshole.

I know. Her mother named her Shandy.

-Hmm. -But, you know, um...

They have to learn one note and sing it.

Yes. I would love that.

So, former Detective, honestly, if you want to liaise,

You know, people always ask me that, and I really appreciate it.

Do you think maybe he had, like, a problem?

-Mmm. I'm sorry. What's a pedal tone? -It's literally one note over and over.

Uh... For a class recital, maybe.

They just messed up the whole show.