Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- What am I? As bad as Reagan? - Worse than Reagan.

Becoming a mom, that's, you know, terrifying and forever.

- Do not start with that shit. - Why not? It's true.

Pharmacy. Maya's stomach. Your stomach. Pick a lie. Stick with it.

She's in the car outside with her dad.

I can't trust anybody in this world.

All this privacy to what?

It was confusing, but super real.

Mommy's gonna go enjoy the pool.

No one feels ready. But trust me, you have everything you need.

Beats you to the punch?

I kept waiting for her not to, but she always did.

You can't set the alarm. Sheila's not back yet.

No, Brian, my brother, he's pretty cool.

Do you know what happened in your house?

We could use some support.

Well, well, well.

Because you're pretty much everything I have.

Do you remember when we looked at this house?

But she didn't have the guts.

- Bam. I got one. - Me too.

Yeah, she does have a big head.

But you can't. Swim, that is.

You guys weren't swimming last night, were you?

Because I still don't have a fucking answer or a fucking boyfriend.

But you're the worst kind of asshole there is.

I mean, it was Dad's friend.

and I shouldn't be scared, but I'm a little scared.