Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They're still mad at me for writing on the dry-erase board with a permanent marker.

- I've heard murder confessions. - Really?

I'm not proud of this, but the dream wasn't about Joe.

- Thank you, Mom. - He's so judgy about those things.

- Wait a minute. Was that your drone today? - Were you spying on us?

I think she snooped on my phone, read some of my e-mails.

Huge stoner, always walking around in his army jacket with his muscles...

You don't trust bad boys, and yet you married one.

Mom, this is a college class. I'm not in the third grade.

- You mad at me or something? - I don't know.

Look at that. Look at that.

He's lying. Look. His friend Sammy lives here.

- Riding our bikes to Xander's. - What are you doing there?

I can't believe you were spying on us.

I told you he was gonna ask.

- There's nothing to tell! - Tell me, tell me, tell me.

Some people. Other people, who knows?

Because their hearts are filled with joy, not suspicion?

I still don't get it. Zombies don't move well. Vampires, maybe.

I have tracked Luke's cell phone, and he is nowhere near his friend Xander's.

Okay, all right, okay.

Why did you just delete a text from Uncle Mitchell?

I love him, but he is a giant blabbermouth.

- 100% your prerogative. - A woman.

Or I'm playing Words with Friends with Longinus.

Says the guy who forced me to tell him our friend's secret.