Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No.
Yes, it's safe.
[BEEPING]
- The doctor's here. - I got it.
[CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
- Here. - Thank you.
Let go and let God...
- I'm done. - Oh, God. That's so convenient.
or met back up with Eric or just disappeared.
Great to see you.
Oh!
Fucking walk away!
Yeah, but if I had had sex for money to buy drugs,
and he was...
I'm good.
Do you remember...
He was so clingy.
MOLLY: Well, you must love running.
[MACHINE WHIRRING SOFTLY]
All right.
MOLLY: Yeah.
Uh, I'll just have coffee, thanks.
We can restrain her. We can give her fluids.
Your gums are very inflamed.
rat poison and baby powder and God knows what else.
That I'm not gonna let myself lose custody of my children to get high?
Oh, did I tell you we just got back from a trip to Napa?
Fuck! Were you always this heartless bitch? Huh?
and then the next, you disappeared
[BEEPING]
Pull over right here.
MOLLY: If I wasn't a junkie, would you even ask?
Oh, you're planning her funeral now, huh?
Yeah, we'll see you on Monday.
- [DOOR OPENS] - [BEEPING]
Save the speeches for her funeral.
she wouldn't trust me with her car.
she needs support.
Yes, they'll take some getting used to.
[CHUCKLES]
You're gonna walk away?
[BEEPS]
Me too, maybe.
We changed the locks last year
That's what you get for sucking.
she was already an addict, waiting to happen.
[EXHALES SOFTLY]
Is that her?
Jesus, Molly.
[EXHALES]
Since we're already here, I meant to ask you,
MOLLY: Ma.
Yeah, this is Molly.
[EXHALING]
Sean wants me to come back again on Friday and watch the kids.
Hey, it's me.
Oh, boy. Well, when it's real, you let me know.
You look good.
Now who sucks, huh? Cheater?
They hurt.
You look wonderful.
- Hi, kiddo. - DEB: Hi, Sean.
Huh?
All those empty chairs.
Come on.
Show me.
Today I'm not going to get high.
So I won my trial last week.
Molly, come on!
You suck. You suck.
Wish I'd been around.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
I'm doing good.
No, no, no, I can't wait.
But even if I did have my license,
Yeah.
They're good.
- Stop it! - What the fuck!
Mrs. Wheeler, I'm hungry.
You said Lincoln in, um...
Did you shoot up in here?
- I'm sorry. - You and me both.
How are the kids?
Do I need to?
You know that's not true.
swallowing your father's fucking bullshit.
Yeah, then you really are an idiot.
If you're hoping for pity, there's none coming.
putting notes in my lunch box,
The casino's booked solid,
sensitive enough or if you'd stayed in your bad marriage,
Have you heard from your sister?
MAN: No, I'm good!
Hi, Deb.
WOMAN: Molly.
to get high.
- [GASPS] - It's me.