Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No one believed me. Not even my dad.
A coerced confession isn't admissible evidence.
-My partner, Hernando. -Hi.
Iberian Dreams reminds me of Chekhov.
So, do you, uh... do you know the scene?
-Oh, my gosh. That's Blake Huntington. -Oh, my God!
You are the face of his hospitality.
so you have to be ready for a variety of tastes.
Not these pants.
We need to talk.
He's got a knife!
Not this.
This is our Jordi Gallo.
we push all of it into this...
Look, Lito, here's the thing.
It isn't really me, either.
Okay, good. Then break my heart.
and we fight for it.
I know... that I don't want to hurt Rajan.
I thought it offered real insight on the interdependence of identity
No, no, no, no. Baby, baby, baby, baby, look at me.