Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Online shopping at home for pants. We both needed pants.
- You want to tell me what I did? - Do you want to tell me what you did?
Okay, that's different. That was gossip.
Okay, but don't breathe so loud.
Hey, my dad has one of those.
Which, by the way, were also on my salad.
I didn't! Shouldn't you be more worried that Haley has a nurse's uniform in her closet?
And look at you, smiling ear to ear.
Don't know if you caught that subtle cue. She's mad at me.
Wow, she's bad at math.
No, no, no. They're still swollen.
Give me the phone.
I thought it was the wine.
- What? - I got to go.
Well, first you have to check your in-box, your trash folder and your sent folder.
I'm gonna answer, and then I'm gonna walk away.
- Tell me. Tell me. - No, nothing.
- I don't trust him. - Claire, you're a tough one to figure out.
I'm still holding out hope I'll have plans tonight.
That's not cool. E-mails are private.
Amazing!
A professional real estate tool.
Okay, sweetie, the adults are talking right now. And look what Daddy brought you.
His older brother is even worse.
I know how busy you all are with work and errands...
No joke. You can't tell Cam.
We don't. We already share a house, a life, a daughter.
Knowing you're safe is the only thing that lets me sleep at night.
- I don't know. Hanging out. - Sounds fun. Wear your helmets.
I'm gonna think the worst possible thing.
- No. Give it back. - Ha! Yes.
- It's a funny thing we're doing. - How is that funny?
- I don't know how you do it. - Compromise and compassion.
She thought you were smoking grass.
It's crazy, right?