Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Why are you wearing such fancy clothes?
What, like six weeks?
How you feeling?
What's in it for me?
- Angel. You had your in with the carnies. - I'm not proud of what we did.
I knew it. Well, how long
Pouchy took my finger.
I don't know who you are.
A finger every week until all I have left is a lobster claw.
Yeah, you would've ruined the whole thing.
You slept with Beth's boyfriend?
Everyone deserves their privacy.
I couldn't put my finger on it, but I knew.
How sorry are you?
No, they're private.
She wasn't messing around, was she?
Yeah, he ran into Alison, so he thinks I'm alive.
Yeah?
- Uh, Big Rich, from work. - About me?
Alison, what are you doing?
Just tell me why.
You were wearing that clash t-shirt.
You're safe, Kira. I promise.
- Oh, shit. It's him. - No, don't answer that.
Why not?
- Ok. - Ok.
You're shaking like a leaf.
Um, how about you get to have sex... with yourself?
but he wouldn't love her back and he wouldn't leave her.
- You're losing it. - Am I?
I know.
I'm not usually like... like this.
I'm outside Kira's school.
Isn't it?
Surveillance, please.
This is it.
Mm.
She's the only thing that really matters, you know?
Sarah?