Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Art, I'm at home! You got it all wrong.
Idiot. Do you even know who you're talking to?
I'm going to hang on to that money
We'll work it out later.
Ahem!
I'm not a huggy griever, Vic.
Yeah. Since you died,
To find out who she is or to rob the rest of her shit?
I'd jump in front of a train, too.
Are you enjoying the city?
We're in bummed-out city...
Alison Hendrix,
- Leave it out, Felix. - Did she say who she was?
To Sarah.
Come on, Art,
Look, Fe,
We've been here before.
There was no deal, it was just you, taking...
You're not dead to your daughter.
Yeah, yeah.
I drew when I entered the courtyard, here.
Why would you go in my room?
Sounds fair to me.
You remember those birth certificates, yeah?
I'm worried you're losing the plot again.
Not bad.
Tonight! Bring whatever you got from the German.
When is mummy coming?
I can't get a hold of her.
Don't worry.
Hang on.
Aren't you supposed to wait, like,
She's in the back of my car!
To clear the shooting, Art.
Sink, mirror,
Close it, lock it.
I'm making progress, full progress.
What?
Staging a funeral to get away from Vic.
Felix,
Give me half an hour.
It's my problem.
Miss Obinger!
Vic, I'm tired.
No family, too. Who am I?
Seriously, life or death.
Who the hell is Maggie Chen?