Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I probably should have run that by Wes,
Oh, yeah, I just draw little pictures.
- We're fine. - She left you.
- Mmm. - Oh, this was just for family.
I don't love being your pillow.
Don't attack Poppy. This isn't her fault.
As I walked down the hall,
That's called growing up, kid.
That's what they call 'em. Scissor sisters.
Yeah. Okay.
Uh, you see, Wes,
- I'm dying. - Wow.
would give you a better shot at beating cancer.
He is a loser.
Oh, okay.
So you're having an affair with Poppy?
Hmm.
Of course not, that's why I needed you to do it.
It is nice for a minute,
Oh. You're making it sound so tacky.
Whatever.
All right, okay. Okay, fine, fine, fine.
I did whatever it took to make her happy,
I love you.
Hottie incoming.
Your life is like one of those romantic cancer movies.
Or my rent.
- Done! - Oh.
Was it my dream job?
He spent an entire week hiding our garden gnomes in places
- Yes. - Yikes!
Still, for the first time since I found out I wasn't dying...
- What did he hit me with?! - Aiden!
Oh.
What is important is...
We got rowdy that night.
and I can't seem to be able to fix anything.
for someone who's not dying?
Good morning.
I'll find it.
Thought I might find you here.
- Oh. - Rent's on the counter.
And you even got me a banner.
Writing made you so happy.
something in me snapped.