Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm never going to be able to look him in the eye?
-Oh, man. -Right?
Hope is overrated.
No, no, no, you shouldn't tell me that.
-I have to. -No, you don't. Trust me.
You don't have to talk to him, you can hide in the glove compartment.
I wonder if he still has his mustache.
Oh, no, you won't. Or you'll regret it the rest of your life.
-Frances can drive. -Frances always drives.
I found a Phil Milstein.
Are you OK?
-You've got company. -I do?
Who hides junk food? Fifteen-year-old girls.
and elastic skin.
Honey, I want you to tell me what is wrong.
How on earth is he gonna see my thermos through these filthy windows?
Honey, we were being quiet. We didn't want to wake you.
- Dad. Sit up. - Sit up. Sit up.
You put your foot on the long, skinny pedal and push.
He's a contractor who was born in San Antonio.
We've been sitting here 15 minutes. You know, the idea is to merge.
-You're hiding alcohol, too? -No, that's Mom's stash.
I don't mean to put it on you.
It will save you from straining your groin.
How are you today, ma'am?
-I'm gonna help Bri get that to her. -I'm gonna be their designated driver.
Anyway, we got a little lost,
Grace! Grace, you're not gonna believe what I did.
Dad, you'll be fine, OK? He's sleeping.
Or if he's home, why would he come outside?
The doctor also said not to drive me crazy.
The guy can't knock all day.