Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Paul] You know you fucked up, right? -[Jimmy] Yes.

That guy's a bully, right? -Yeah.

Yeah. So... -Mm-hmm.

Cancelling pickleball?

I'm speaking from experience here.

These are just chats that your dad should never know about.

My client has a fractured cheekbone and is suffering from severe emotional distress.

Oh, yeah. [chuckles]

Is there any way he'll say that to her face?

It's where they go and have drinks under a bridge.

It's definitely my happy place, Dan.

[exhales deeply]

Yeah, he would.

Nah, I don't need anything. -I can get you some money.

[sighs] I think you're very rude, and I deserve better. And so do you.

You're coming. 8:00 p.m. Same place. Be there.

[sighs] No? -No.

It must be some sort of weird optical illusion or a f-- uh, maybe it's a filter.

I mean, what the hell is pickleball?

Oh, Malik. I like that guy.

I don't wanna start a fight with you, okay?

I-I have my own stuff to deal with.

Where's the new basketball you got them?

Yeah, it's cool. I love-- I love it. -Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

You spent the night in jail.

and she fell in love with a few small liberal arts colleges.

It's creepy how you always sit alone in the dark.

We should do something.

He might ask, "How's Alice feeling after you getting beat up at her soccer game?"

You couldn't read the fucking room.

Dude, the soccer game.

[cell phone rings] -[sighs]

Hearing about my fucking day would give him joy, really?

The minute changed. -[exhales]

...when the season's over. -[Malik] Right.

because all of your boys are gone, you're trying to fill this hole.

[Gaby] Excuse me! Liz?

But, you know, maybe we need to start filling it with other activities.

"Somewhat private"?

Promise. -Promise.