Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, try this.
Sorry, Fiona.
Hi, sweetie. How did you sleep?
Oh, shit. Shit.
I, uh... I made some pasta sauce.
Open the window, son.
- What? - Hold on to my money.
One of the moms from Deb's school.
- Well, Steve... - My brothers were just arrested.
They give you a cavity search?
I love you.
They're from my neighborhood. Good kids.
What's it going to take to let them walk?
Come here.
No bail. Haven't been arraigned yet.
Yeah. I was out looking for that 911 you wanted.
I was being a fucking asshole.
What the fuck?
Don't go to the basement yet. Come and sit with us.
Eddie!
- You're gonna work for me? - I am?
Ian and I, grand theft auto.
...the Earth's gravitational pull will end and we'll all go flying into space?
She fucking dumped me.
Really?
Well, we're making stir-fry.
I'm sorry, Lip.
You do not wanna do time.
Did you tell her, Jimmy? Family, dropped out of med school, different name?
All right, one.
No, I am.
Getting a late start for a Gallagher, aren't you?
...dating my sister, stealing cars, and going by the name of Steve.
We need to talk.
I know.
Because I don't love you love you.
You and me. I mean, it was amazing. Earth-shattering.
- Son. - You're Frank's kid.
Fuck off, Frank.
It was for me too.
I'm just so worried that she's gonna make some terrible mistake...
Ah, it's cool. I'll hang for a bit.