Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[ Beeping continues ]

You keep looking at each other, but I'm right here,

That would make it okay that I left you?

Abby, you're okay.

But, one day, you might feel differently.

Woman on P.A.: Dr. Yates to Pediatrics.

Just tell me who my father is, and I will try and find him.

But thank you so much.

Say it. [ Slurps ]

[ Breathes sharply ]

Do you know who you are now? Forget it.

[ Beeping continues ]

Dr. Yates to Pediatrics.

Is your belly hurting?

No, I met my husband in grad school.

♪ I won't let you down, my friend ♪

so one of you say whatever the hell it is

It's not your fault.

She's becoming increasingly tachypneic.

I found a way to hear that.

You can still report it.

[ Exhales deeply ]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I was just saying

[ Footsteps depart ]

[ Vehicles passing in distance ]

♪ Waiting to save yourself ♪

This doesn't define you.

and I did say yes to getting in that car, and...

as "just in our head."

Hey, why don't you sit up, okay?

But we do think that you should talk to someone.

[ Heartbeat pulsing ] You don't have to.

[ Voice breaking ] I just wanted to be alone with you,

[ Rustling clothes echo ]

[ Dog barks ] Daniel: Chip! [ Claps hands ]

Now, pass those fries and tell me what this Kelly is like.

This was not your fault.

[ Cellphone vibrates, chimes ] Woman on P.A.: Dr. Birsh to Pediatrics. Dr. Shelly Birsh to Pediatrics.

after having a fight

[ Breathes deeply ]

[ Bicycle bell dings ]

You ever have just a garbage sort of day?

Well, but she can go?

[ Hyperventilating ]

or pulled apart limb from limb, but --

Can I take you out to celebrate?

You left while I was in the shower.

I found a way to believe that.

he would kill me.

You have my father's eyes...

love that you feel the minute your baby is born.

and not gone down that street with the broken lamplights.

I didn't have a better life.

[ Crying, wheezing ]

Mm, I gotta go.

Teddy: Abby, hi.