Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

— I understand… — Wait. Goddamn, I want to thank you.
I'm just going to open the door, okay?
Yeah.
What did you say for my son to let a homeless man in my house?
Help!
And I've become one.
Why don't you put down in writing your little and loud complaints…
Come here.
…because he begged and he cried.
Mr. Simonet?
It's not a state secret.
— Are you sober? — Yeah, I got sober staying right here.
You're not supposed to date for a year.
You'd rather close your eyes and not think about it until it's all over.
Your dad.
And I'm going to help them, but it has to be something really big…
He won't look at me! You turn him against me?
…and yet you look around you and you don't like what the world is.
You should still call me Mr. Simonet.
That's 27, so…
Mom?
…outside of school that might be bothering him?
…and then I pass the buck to you.
Come on, bleed, dude.
If I had a car I'd be out looking for him!
Cool blade, huh?
— He's big. — Yeah.
You know, something that clears a check.
It's okay.
— Go on! — I got my passes.
Middle school, that hellish, shaky bridge you all must cross…
You know, a minute ago…
And I do three more…
Oh, snap, yo. You good, man.
— He gave you money? — Yes, ma'am.
Is that what you think it is?
— But I did it. — You did what?
Please don't! I'm not moving.
May I help you?
He can't tell you or it won't come true.
Only this time, I wasn't the same.
My ex-wife has everything. Okay?
So one night I did.
Here.
Shit!
You can't have a friend like that.
I don't know.
Out of nowhere these five Bloods just peeled out of a truck.
…if the 16 foster children who received computers…
I've been teaching for many years and it's the first new idea that also…
If only I weren't married.
— Why are you chicken? — I'm not chicken.
— Why won't you return my calls? — We're not friends.
Can we just rewind here a little bit?
What's been four days?
I don't know.
Help me, please.
And then I saw you and I changed my thinking.
Fag boy!
Because she was so brave.
You did good work.
I'll get it.
He impregnated you, Arlene.
Unless knocking somebody around is a new family value.
So it's like a pass-it-on thing, then.
No, no. Later.
To change.
…this gas can.
I guess it's hard for some people who…
Give me that one. Thank you.
Well, Trevor, I get a good night's sleep.
…to talk to me about your son…
I'll see you tomorrow.
You're giving me a new Jaguar and you don't want anything?
Thank you.
Welcome to the seventh grade.
Straight to hell. Straight to hell.
Sort of Tibetan? Are you in a cult?
— Trevor never went through that! — You know what Trevor went through?
— It's for my assignment. — What assignment?
…but nothing really happened.
I'm eating it.
Like the whole shit could be, like, better.