Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Can't you handle it?
I've grown to feel a sense of responsibility for you.
by staking our claim.
- Uh, who are you? - Dylan Oswald.
Can we claim each other's kids on our tax returns?
What? As in Pilgrims?
No.
This is what you came up here for?
so don't touch my things.
I'm hungry.
kick us to the curb.
Or, you know, I could join you.
- Isn't that a boy? - Not to me.
You and Svetlana are a thing, and I'm the third wheel.
I'm doin' great. What's up with you?
and illicit substances in our belly.
He was in an accident and says whatever he's thinking.
She even planned one for Prince in Paisley Park.
Planning on moving there next year.
but we would have to do adoption.
Oh, I've missed you. Yes, yes, yes.
Well, good sir, since you're so generous,
My slave name was Lin.
me gettin' a reasonable cut.
Yeah, so we wouldn't close it down.
no strings attached.
That's above and beyond manager.
Slow mornin', Etta?
I-I, uh... Yeah, I-I'll stand.
Can you write me another letter?
Uh, you two know each other?
Military school changed my life.
- I could sit with him. - You sure you don't mind?
Whoa.
It's time for us to move on and think
Seems kind of low.
Fine. What about an additional 50 bucks a week?
It's like they never heard of a menage-a-three.
- A lot of highs. - A lot of lows.
seein' as how I'm the reason that they increased.
and Margo's the only owner around here.
It's V's, I guess.
We would save money on write-offs
What am I supposed to do about my military-school interview?
We haven't really spoken in weeks.
Is this still her office?
Sorry. Kev put that one in with the colors.
- Go. - Begging?
- We're negotiating now? - Yeah, we are.
- We gettin' married? - No.
What do you want?
you've become in my daughter's life...
Yo, thanks for the adult convo, Kev.
Right. I'm still confused.
You're a terrible person!
My son, their daughters.
Don't got to clean my flaps with disinfectant wipes no more.
We got tax returns?
Are they throwing us out again?
Well, you might want to consider a SEP IRA
Address to a yard party tonight.
Until there's some genuine racial balance out there,
I guess we're on the outs.
Same old, same old.
and, of course, African-Americans.
All of their checkups, immunizations,