Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What a kid...
From up there, you get a great view of the house.
She may look like a sheep, but inside, she's a fox.
And this one.
This is it! Come over here.
Da-song, get up!
Get the car!
disappeared into the neighboring alleys.
Still, thanks to the house being empty,
So long.
There was an iron plate, for grilling meat.
People who ride the subway have a special smell.
Don't call me sis!
Hey, Ki-woo.
Right, and for Foofoo...
I took a selfie for my wife, and there she was behind me.
Yes, thank you.
Actually Mom and I had no idea where Dad was.
It's so great.
If he hears I brought a TB patient to our home,
She's super annoyed, over.
It keeps clinging to me.
With Da-song's tent in the middle,
Illinois... tell me more.
Don't fucking call me sis, you filthy bitch!
Is that all you can think to do, drink yourselves stupid?
I'm meeting my boyfriend at exit 3 of Hyehwa Station!
As for the National Pension, I don't qualify.
Think of the tent as the Japanese warship.
Dad, my foot.
Is he laughing?
How many days has it been?
An exam is like slashing through a jungle.
But as two fellow workers... Right, Chung-sook?
Anyway, after studying applied arts at Illinois State University,
Our phones are shut off. Now our wifi is shut off.
Are you okay?
he can barely sit still!
Ki-woo, think about it.
Our boy's going for a job interview. Wish him luck.
I need to hear about this.
But when their call came I had already arranged to meet with you.
Shut up! It's too late now!
"Nice because she's rich." You know?
It's like a North Korean rocket. A North Korean missile button!
Kunnioitusta!
Huh?
Not at all! I bought all his food with my salary.
Can't I stay home and study English? And call Kevin?
So you're not currently a member, I assume?
Madame.
and after the tails stopped,
Da-song, go upstairs.
In return...
I'd be nice too!
Grammar, vocabulary, composition, conversation...
- What are you doing? - Shut up!
Who do you take after to be so stubborn! Look at this rain!
Oh right, come in.
I'll just make up some excuse to dismiss her.
Daddy!
Yeah, she does.
- So I couldn't help but...! - Cut, cut!
Huh?
I googled 'art therapy', and ad-libbed the rest.
Dad, when you worked as a driver, did you drive a lot of Benzes?
It's not touch, it says you have to turn it.
Wait, hold on a sec.
is filled with these things.
It's so metaphorical. It's really strong.
4 years, 3 months and 17 days.
Should I shut it, Dad?
Eyes on the road!
What was your plan?
So instead...
- Does it work? - Yeah.
To extract a woman like that, we need to prepare well.
He's receiving trauma therapy and art therapy.
You've got an eye for this.
Really?
You know that thing,
Even when I heard the words forgery, trespassing, foul play, self-defense
Why are you staring?
It feels like a dream,
Why are you hugging that stone?
Wow, what is that?
Hey, are you okay?