Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

How's that feel? -It's okay.

Ugh, God. Of course she has a son named Connor.

And I-- No, Wally. Not again. Not again. -Oh, my God!

who no one was taking care of, makes me the asshole.

You just forgot your shoes, so... -Thanks.

He's a college boy? -College boy.

And you're okay of it-- with it?

Look, I know it must be frustrating when I don't--

And he was like, "Cool. Do you want me to light a candle?"

ripping into you earlier,

Yeah, I understand. -Oh, yeah.

["Every Morning" playing]

And, like, maybe you guys could help each other out.

Number six, uh, fuck you.

Yeah, thanks. I'll be-- Um...

Hey, Gaby. [sighs] -This is cool.

so she's only got a few hours to spend with me.

The whole rock tumbling thing?

[laughing] -Okay. You're wrong.

The female orgasm.

Oh, so last base? -Yeah, it was my idea.

unless everybody's eaten. You know? -Mm-hmm. Agreed.

Mom talked to me about it all.

I mean, it's fine, but you fucked me.

I take photographs only on film.

Oh, wow. [sighs]

I'm honestly-- I'm just glad you told him.

Oh, my God. I've heard a ton about you. Not really, but I would've liked to.

But you'll talk to me about potatoes.

[stammers, sighs]

Fuck you. That's what I say.

[song continues]

No, actually, I'd rather have somebody come by my place and pick 'em up

You gotta butt in.

Do you? -Yeah. No. Who cares, also?

You didn't do anything wrong, Connor.

No. -Oh, no! What happened?

I have to go inside now because I'm marching and pounding.

You watching the game? -3-2 Dodgers.

Yeah. -What base?

They have an energy. I have seen it. -[Gaby] Yeah.