Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh. No, no, no, no, no, no. No, no, no.
- Oh, for the divorce. Yeah. - The divorce.
You mind snapping a photo for the Web site?
Oh, Mr. Reynolds.
Not anymore. But you are. About 90K.
'Cause if it's you, I'm not interested.
Because i hate it and its annoying
- I - - Maybe I should go to my room.
- I did those for you, man. - I like 'em.
That was all- That was all this guy.
See you around, Dennis.
Thanks.
As far as shared assets, I'm not seeing much.
I'm not a prostitute. I think that's- that's clear.
What-What - What are you doing? What is that?
Yeah, you know, whatever it's gonna take to wrap this up, really.
I like that move. What is that, a little motorcycle?
Well, the, uh, gravity of my situation just set in.
So, that's cool though. You can just hang out here, I guess...
I'm serious. You could be a hand model. You've got the goods.
Well, you're kinda the only actual lawyer I know...
- Yeah, come on, kids. Let's go home. - No, no, no, no, no.
I feel like now we can set aside our differences and settle this whole divorce pretty amicably.
I don't love you, Maureen. I don't love you. I never loved you.
Oh, I don't work.
Yeah, one second you're on your high horse about how great marriage is...
What? No way, dude. I'm so pissed at you for throwing me out of the apartment.