Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You can't have a friend like that.
And I'm going to help them, but it has to be something really big…
And I've become one.
— He gave you money? — Yes, ma'am.
And then I saw you and I changed my thinking.
You'd rather close your eyes and not think about it until it's all over.
Unless knocking somebody around is a new family value.
May I help you?
…if the 16 foster children who received computers…
Come on, bleed, dude.
You should still call me Mr. Simonet.
He won't look at me! You turn him against me?
I'm just going to open the door, okay?
Your dad.
Middle school, that hellish, shaky bridge you all must cross…
Cool blade, huh?
Out of nowhere these five Bloods just peeled out of a truck.
— It's for my assignment. — What assignment?
You know, something that clears a check.
I don't know.
That's 27, so…
Is that what you think it is?
Only this time, I wasn't the same.
Help me, please.
And I do three more…
What's been four days?
He can't tell you or it won't come true.
…this gas can.
— Are you sober? — Yeah, I got sober staying right here.
Oh, snap, yo. You good, man.
…and then I pass the buck to you.
Yeah.
Can we just rewind here a little bit?
You did good work.
To change.
Welcome to the seventh grade.
What did you say for my son to let a homeless man in my house?
I don't know.
Please don't! I'm not moving.
Straight to hell. Straight to hell.
You're giving me a new Jaguar and you don't want anything?
Sort of Tibetan? Are you in a cult?
— Go on! — I got my passes.
— But I did it. — You did what?
I've been teaching for many years and it's the first new idea that also…
No, no. Later.
You're not supposed to date for a year.
Thank you.
Fag boy!
— Why won't you return my calls? — We're not friends.
…and yet you look around you and you don't like what the world is.
Here.
— Why are you chicken? — I'm not chicken.
Like the whole shit could be, like, better.
So it's like a pass-it-on thing, then.
Because she was so brave.
My ex-wife has everything. Okay?
…because he begged and he cried.
You know, a minute ago…
I'm eating it.
…to talk to me about your son…
Come here.
Help!
If I had a car I'd be out looking for him!
Shit!
If only I weren't married.
…but nothing really happened.
— I understand… — Wait. Goddamn, I want to thank you.
— Trevor never went through that! — You know what Trevor went through?
I'll see you tomorrow.
— He's big. — Yeah.
Give me that one. Thank you.
Well, Trevor, I get a good night's sleep.
I guess it's hard for some people who…
It's okay.
Mom?
Why don't you put down in writing your little and loud complaints…
Mr. Simonet?
So one night I did.
He impregnated you, Arlene.
It's not a state secret.
I'll get it.
…outside of school that might be bothering him?