Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's too late.
You took this house. You're not taking my son.
I'm getting a popsicle. Anyone want?
Happy birthday, Silas.
I really liked her.
I can drive myself.
Nancy Botwin.
...until I sell your ass back into suburban slavery.
Sounds like a nice breakfast.
We'll arrest you tomorrow, make it look right.
...because a paycheck is a paycheck.
...if there is no prior knowledge of said crime.
Casino Night, Chocolate Universe, Gay Paris?
Enjoy the dried apricots and butter cookies.
There's a tunnel. You make a bust.
...who thinks his mother's completely failed him?
You want a towel or something?
- I don't want to believe it. - So don't.
It's a secret recipe from my mother.
Who's the fucking animal on the other side of the fence?
Silas...
So I don't drop dead of a heart attack...
Well, you're in love with Nancy.
And I'm gonna do it alone.
You were good at that.
I'm so proud to be your mom.
He was my partner.