Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay, fine. Keep judging. Don't let anyone in.
We list at 1.4. We take anything north of 1.25.
I need somebody gentle, nurturing... like a woman.
Didn't you teach him how to ride a bike?
Yes, you do. We've been over this a hundred times.
- Good night, sweet pea. - Good night, honey.
There's no reason you should stay upright, but it just works.
She has to run every day or she goes crazy.
Aside from you turning into a 16-year-old girl.
- Look where you're going. - No, I'm falling.
Listen, I wish I could, but I'm late for an open house.
- Why you let me go, Jay? - No, no! Pedal!
- Let's not do this outside, all right?
- Hey, it's Barry. - I just wanna let you guys know...
but now all I can see is "Slow down your neighbors."
- Whoa.
Yeah, you think maybe it's possible that you do drive a little too fast...
You can't send him to school on a bike with training wheels. They'll make fun of him.
Just call the police. You want me to stop and give you the whole story?
I'm gonna grab a quick tub and see if I can rustle up some food.
- I did not. - Yeah.
Maybe we're overreacting.
Honey, if anybody's being embarrassing right now, it's you.
See, all these bad thoughts are holding you back.
- but you can't... you can't stay here. - Oh, boy.