Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Luke was using my computer for this.

Did you just say "matoority?" Unhand me, you brute!

They bend over and show their bloomers.

I'm really sorry.

And now you'll know that I'm not a manic Mother Teresa out there collecting lost souls.

Hey, buddy. Um- Here. Sorry.

Doesn't matter who. Gil Thorpe.

Was not. Cam. Come on. Really?

Just drop it, kid. We're both with people different from us,

Why is Dad in Luke's room with the door closed?

I should go talk to him. Honey, honey, honey. I got this. I got this.

He helps animals. He's always volunteering for things. Trust me.

[Taps Spoon On Mug]

Hey, give me a hand here, will you?

Luke? Hey, Dad.

No, not you, Barkley. Cameron, out. Oh.

Here's the thing. That was my picture.

He lost his monocle on the drive. Head was out the window.

Sorry. My daughters.

How do you make sure you've deleted something after you read it?

Breasts are like these scary, mystical things...

Carlos, let me know how it works out with that dentist. Victor, you owe me a dance.