Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't know, but we shouldn't laugh.
Kiddo.
DEB: Mm-hmm.
- [GRUNTS] - But, ma'am, she has to sign herself.
ANSWERING MACHINE: Hey, this is Dale. Leave a message... or don't.
[MOLLY SHIVERING]
We'll pick up tampons on the way. Okay?
That was you.
You think I fucking give a shit?
Yeah, sure.
- I am not grumpy. - He farts a lot.
and I can do that here. [CRYING]
[GROANS]
And even after all, I put you through,
I'm not going to let myself stab it into my chest.
- After that, you're on your own. - Mm-hmm.
It's the alarm.
Coach Miller.
Just get in the car!
The way it is for kids,
I moved over to Lincoln last year.
I'm not your fucking punching bag!
No. I'll pick you up in three days.
so why don't you kiss my ass?
You look like shit. You should really chill.
[GROANING, CRYING]
She warned me at the clinic.
Toothless.
Why not? That'd make me feel good.
Why am I freaking out?
The blue Caribbean and the pearl green...
No. How could I possibly forget it?
- Bye, baby. - CHLOE: Bye.
Hi!
I said I can't keep pills at the house.
[WOMAN CRYING]
Yeah. Tough neighborhood.
make her tummy hurt.
Medicaid pays for three nights.
I don't know.
Freshman year.
- He's gonna take good care of you, all right? - Thank you.
I can get the shot.
Mom!
I should call the police on him right now.
Because maybe, the moment her father's sperm reached your egg,
Mom, you suck. You totally suck.
Who?
I am so sorry
whenever she's around. Have you noticed that?
Oh, my God. You look good.
You know, I do not do well when I'm left on my own
for maybe like a week or maybe even more.
If now's a bad time,
and I just...
Do I have to spell it out for you?
Can you make a right up here?
How am I supposed to get better
Oh, my God.
- All right. - Ah...
Twelve-steps therapy, all of it.
It's always what she said since she was a teenager.
- Uh, boom! You got got. - Oh... no.
It's just that, uh...
Look, I, I am not going to make it to Monday if I stay here.
Probably not.
Is it fucking safe? Oh, God.
COACH: Did you know that
Beds open up every day.
Or any job skills or a dollar to my name.
Oh, and he has a girlfriend.
your grandmother's.
How are the kids?
- Greg, that's my mom. Stop! - What? What?
You should do four more to be safe.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
You're not gonna do that because the kids will end up in foster care.
SEAN: You all right?