Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Guys, Dad's here. - Oh.

"Hola, papi. Have you seen my computer?"

Even the marauders, you could have a conversation with.

- Well, it still smells homey. - (smoke alarm beeps)

- (alarm blaring) - Earlier today!

No! No dancing. It's too embarrassing.

Thank God Jay was out playing golf.

Are you doing gay divorces now? We had no idea.

next Monday. (gasps)

I could always blame work.

- If it wasn't for me, he'd never get anything done. - Haley, please.

Alex texted when you were in that staff meeting.

Yeah, I'm-- I'm sorry, Miles.

What? This isn't soda.

Okay. That was your reward for ditching, but if you don't want to--

(crickets chirping) Huh.

(sighs) Okay. You should get back to that.

Yes. I'll bet that's why nobody wants us around.

Why don't we all just...

Doesn't this seem a little chintzy? Yeah, can we go now?

We always knew there would be something you didn't like about us.

As far as I'm concerned, we never have to have this fight again.

(snapping fingers) Hey, y'all coming?

Great. But they know I can't make ice cream.

Because their photographer isn't Diane Arbus.

Could you run back upstairs and get me my heating pad?

You're not gonna stop me, are you?

- (sighs) - Oh, don't show it to me! Oh!

Some friends of ours need a good divorce lawyer. Do you have a card?