Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Mrs. Solis? - Hello, Justin.

So it's... it's over.

He sent out formal invitations.

And humiliating and shocking.

baseball games, first steps. But that's the trade-off. Right?

it was better to be safe than sorry.

It's just lately, I've been starting to care about him and...

Of course, I mean,

- You're going after his promotion? - No.

Mom? We can do it another night. I'll be fine.

This is a beautiful yard. I'm sure it could use a little extra attention.

Oh, God. You scared me.

How you're trying to blackmail me into sleeping with you.

I guess no one's in the pool yet. Are you gonna swim?

Now did he? We don't know that for sure.

Morning, Mrs. Petchul, you look lovely today.

I thought this was an in-house position.

I do. I just... I don't know, I just, I really wanted that promotion.

Don't get me wrong. She's nice. But the truth is, there's someone else.

I know where my mom kept her gun.

Well, we can't put it back in his room.

[Gasps] Oh, God!

So, Peterson called me into his office today.

- What is wrong with nice invitations? - Mom, it's a pool party.

OK. Well, so it's gonna be a little bit more travel, but...

Is my daughter under there?

Justin. What are you doing up here?

Now I'm laying out $600 a month for doggie medicine. Am I a genius?

Take that racket outside!

OK. I'll be firm.

- Are you coming back? - I don't think so.

- Andrew's still a child. - He's 16. It's not unheard of.

You can see boys, in a couple years, just not that boy.

We have the mortgage payment coming up...

- You shot yourself? - Pretty lame, huh?

[Buttons beeping, ringing tone]

I could do everything John did for you.