Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, my God. [chuckles] -[chuckles]

Her English teacher, Mr. Alto, tells me she isn't very social anymore.

Well, they are immature. They're teenagers.

Did you get those for us? You wanna have dinner with me?

I will fucking kill you.

[groans] Guys, I can't.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

[Malik] Mm-hmm.

My head hurts and I can't focus,

No, uh, I already told you I have plans. They're for me and Liz.

Or you could just answer his question.

That's weird. My chair is staying totally still.

[door opens] -Oh.

I mean, the truth was so bad.

[sighs] I can't. -Come on, man. It'll be like the old days.

What does-- Did the meeting start yet?

that due to your client's violent attack,

She wants me to go to this thing called Drinks Under the Bridge.

You've been amazing,

Okay, don't clap at me.

Drinking too much, staying up late.

You've been very supportive lately,

The fucking barista.

No, no. Just the two times. -Three times.

That's so sad, man. That is so... sad.

You need money, Son?

Like, "Whoa." -Ah.

Oh, my gosh. By the way,

Do you have any side or little tables, Paul?

[chuckles, kisses]

Oh, my God. -Just answer it.

[door buzzes] -[door opens]

Congratulations. -I just meant she's distracted