Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

How dare she? -[chuckles]

And-- [stammers] May I say one thing?

N-Nothing? Nothing to add? Okay.

Hey, what are you doing?

Except for once, I hit my head on the medicine cabinet. That was me.

Oh, well, I did. I called, emailed and texted.

I'm just-- I'm wondering when he'll feel comfortable opening up, you know?

Maybe I did. I just don't understand

I have tiny tattoos.

Is attorney-client privilege only for criminal lawyers,

Mm-mmm. -Listen, Jimmy.

Great. Do you wanna mail these documents back to me,

Uh-huh. -Uh-huh. Yeah. Okay.

That's a long hug.

My car is almost here.

Whatever you are looking for, it's not here.

Stop saying that. -Okay.

you can change your mind. -Yes, that is true.

I know you're not a mental health specialist, Liz,

My Sean's name was Billy Worth.

[chuckles] Oh, I-- I brought you, um,

But you know what?

[chuckles] Oh, that's way worse. -[laughing]

So, are you two not on good terms?

Good. Initially, I didn't really like this therapy shit,

Um, it was hard to keep in touch.

Mmm. And when they do deserve it?

Got a-- Got a great daughter here, Paul. [sighs]

No. It's not like meditating. It's like rocks.

I meant to go down at the end. Let's dig a little deeper.

Aw, girl dad! Love it.

Fuck me? -I know you heard me, James. Fuck you.

with a lot of my clients. -Have you?

Oh, been there, done that. -Really?