Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, I'm not drunk.

We were our father's creation, family in name...

Uh... I don't know.

I hadn't noticed.

Get out! You can't be here!

When you didn't come out, I figured we'd just regroup here.

I could, uh... clear my schedule.

She was programmed to intervene if someone's life was in jeopardy.

We were just strangers living under the same roof..."

Oh, this? No, no. I can do this whenever.

All these materials, this is what I'd use on a normal house...

You were great today.

- What's he talkin' about? - Does it matter? It's Klaus.

Well, let's get back out there and kill this little shit.

He didn't even give you a room to sleep in.

I've done unimaginable things, things you couldn't even comprehend.

What are you doing?

- It was so painful. - What are you still doing here?

At a certain point, it's not about practice.

Do you remember the boy from that night?

You mind drawing that tattoo?

my imagination was my escape.

Restoration antiques.

No, it's amazing.

Wait a second, I know you.

We just have to wait.

Now I'm starting to wonder if that was the wisest decision.

Mom, those are just paintings.

Mr. Hargreeves was a great man.

What do you want, Luther?

Um, I'm sorry to interrupt, but, uh... could you come back to the house?

I'm not sure what you mean, Diego.

Good. And there was... Ah, yeah.

Matching casings were found at a murder scene last night.

"...damaged by our upbringing..."