Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I need to talk to Elena.

I know! Who's gonna order the pizza?

Because his parents are out of town.

Anyway, I need to find a new place to get my eyebrows threaded.

Yeah. No more Internet, no social media, not even a phone.

Yeah. Stand there, so I can always remember you this way.

I've been there.

I love you. And I want you to be happy.

I gave my number to the Usher. I'm sure he'll be calling.

Elena, that is... Pretty smart, actually.

You can do that?

Ay, it's not fair that I'm stuck giving both sex talks.

Behind the beads.

I know you put software into it that tells you everything I look at.

I figured that was enough great parenting for one day.

Ay, whatever. You got snowed.

Then porn makes them grow up thinking that's what sex is supposed to be like.

- Why don't you use your own laptop? - I locked it in my safe.

We came to the next stoplight. He hopped out, paco told me everything.

- Big plans this weekend? - Don't look at me.