Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...and he will be sorely missed.
This is my side. This is where you're supposed to be.
Look at that. It's Karen's Easy-Bake Oven.
That's why they need a positive influence.
- Nice jacket Kash bought you. - Thanks.
Wish he'd burnt the store down. Never wanted it to begin with.
Sorry for your loss.
What do you want? Vicodin, morphine, peyote?
I get what I want, and you can have what you want.
Here it is.
- Thank you, Mr. Gallagher. - Mr. Gallagher? Is my dad here, ha, ha?
Only thing those people are equipped to teach is how to live with disappointment.
Neat trick, you knowing it was me, though.
- I take it they're gone? - Are you in a fight club?
There anything going on behind my back?
Is that a new jacket, Ian?
The box. They were never picked up.
- Know where he is? - My heart says up there.
- All set? - Room 3201.
You know where I live if you have a problem.
Which part? The part where my mom splits?
Two assholes busted into our house looking for you and some car.
Drug dealers take credit cards?
- You know what saved my life? - Ah, don't say Jesus.
Mm. Wow.
My gosh. Let's see what's in here. Okay.
- Thirty-five dollars. - Two hundred fifty.
You think it's easy being a parent? Letting Fiona be the good cop?
It's painful, man, you always asking her on lunches...
And let's see, what else do we have?
What time is it?
You have a choice, you're just making the wrong one.
- Who for? - My dad.
- Okay. - Looks dead.
- He took the gun? How? - I pulled it on him.
- Thirty-seven. - It really doesn't have to be like this.
- Your body needs to be cold. - More morphine.
Take it easy, Grandma.
I can keep him in my room until Karen goes to college.