Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Man, you got some arbitrary rules you live by.
...fighting the urge to throw myself off a cliff.
We're gonna have to have a discussion...
- You couldn't have told me earlier? - You didn't ask.
We can't stay here.
But, you know, before you know it, everything's in flames.
How do you know what I want? I'm full of surprises.
She was at Auschwitz, for chrissake. What kind of a monster are you?
...so he'd park us with Bubbie and go to the track.
Clear out. The fire's up the block, and it's moving fast.
They're lying. They're all lying.
Do you have some sort of a plan?
I'm gonna look for them tomorrow.
Oh, such drama.
I hate birds.
A sexual relationship that resulted in his giving you a house.
All right.
He wasn't taking you seriously yet. You had a silver-sequined bowler hat.
God.
What, did you leave a scarf over a lamp?
You know, they actually used old landing strips from Vietnam...
How could I have been so blind?
Think happy thoughts.
...there's more scraps on this side. Cleaner water.
Okay, we need to be leaving. I smell smoke.
What's my job here?
Check out your story.
Or the start of one.
...to build that fence.
- How? - None of your business.
It's all part of a plan.
I've got my hair and muscle tone, and I have excellent posture.