Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Twenty years. [scoffs]
So off you pop, Dad. Come on.
[scoffs] Yes.
Did Steve tell you that he argued with Coach McVey?
Actually, yes, just last week.
Well, he's got a motorcycle.
And every day before that since the beginning of time.
we celestials are pretty much the same as you.
It's baritone-tenor split, and I can't help myself if the music starts.
I would really prefer not to.
[Mazikeen] ♪ Bad to the bone ♪
Do you not realize that this is good news?
You. You are an archangel.
I'm sorry, who?
Perhaps you two could
If I give my opinion, I'm controlling.
love like a normal person.
♪ But I was young and unafraid ♪
-So where's your desk? -[sighs]
Try the coffee.
You know, God? The Almighty?
Please tell me you're Coach McVey.
♪ Every word I say ♪
you are Almighty God.
[song ends]
♪ Hide every trace of sadness ♪
Okay.
Come on. [laughs]
Hey.
Ahh…
I'm not smart-alecky enough to take credit for that.
It's time you let this poor boy make his own decisions, and--
Sweet dreams, baby.
how important I am to the investigative process?
If you can't fix me, Dad,
I'm not sure that there are enough nights.
♪ Bad to the bone ♪
♪ Beauty, talent, fame, money Refinement, top skill and brains ♪
[scoffs]
Has Lucifer done anything recently to anger you?
but Dad has been making people
It cost the Saints the District Championship.
I thought about what you were saying and no.
and you were dying to punish me.
[Lucifer] Dad! What are you doing? You're embarrassing me.
[hesitates] Yeah, well, motorcycles are unsafe.
Temporary dye, the kind that rinses out.
Oh.
What do you know. Wanna take a trip to Van Ness High?
♪ What's the use of crying? ♪
[sighs] It's my dad.
and we're going to run it against your DNA, so if there's a match--
[camera clicking in rhythm]
-Are you two okay? -Hmm.
[woman laughing]
A couple of days ago, someone broke into my truck, my baby.
[both sigh]
[song ends]
What are you still doing slumming it down here, anyway?
So, when are we going back to work?
Here, let me have a go. Um, as for father-son hang time,
And here is the juicy juice.