Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Send me the pages and we'll get 'em to the publisher.

Well, then why wouldn't he mention it to the police? What's he hiding?

But I wanna see if there's an after-credits scene.

Your problem is you always blame other people, Deedee.

A girl can't visit her mom? Why are you grilling me?

Okay. Yeah. I love you.

I can get lunch here, I can people-watch,

I don't know, Diane.

-Maybe this book does that, too. -Yeah?

Hey, Chicago, 49 degrees is not spring.

Oh... Sorry, I didn't mean you. Paige!

And with Todd watching the baby, my work-life balance is on point.

then it will have been for something, you know?

Oh, also a water. I am parched.

-We should tell them about Maddy. -No--

And if I can't write that book...

-Okay, forget about the book for a second. -I can't!

If you didn't wanna be followed,

Oh. I'm still kind of figuring out what the "is" of it is, you know?

Oh, is the day over?

Hello. I am Diane,

-Oh! Oh, my God!

Then maybe write this other book.

Okay, what you have to remember is that you were in a really dark place.

It won't just be this thing to feel bad about forever.

I need to go to a dark place, and I can't get there.

If I don't write my book of essays now, I never will!

I will now retreat to our living room to play video games all day.

-Why? -Because I'm terrible!

-No. You come on. -You come on.

When I'm with you, when we're out, I feel good, I feel happy,

-It's been six months. -Okay, I think it's about...

More drugs, please!

- Why not? -Guy, come on.

I'm 17 years old. I live in Boston.

Something happened at work.

Well, I like this. It's fun.

Diane. Answer your phone. I'm calling you right now.