Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[gas pump clicks]
[cell phone rings]
We were just talking to a couple guys who knew Robby.
-He knew where Robby was! -He told you everything he knew.
Hey, get in the other room.
I'm sorry! What, are you her grandpa or something?
Boys… [clicks tongue]
-Ai! -Kyo!
Oh, shit! Oh, shit!
-I don't think I can handle this. -It's just basic training.
That's great, Mom.
It's Notre Dame's turn for a butt-kicking next week.
I didn't think that van was your style anyway.
-Bert, what do you think? -Um...
-You did what? -I didn't smack anyone around, honey.
There is no bad.
Shannon.
Where are you going?
This is what rehab's like?
[chuckles softly]
Where you going?
-You can always kick back. -That's what got me into this.
Mm-mmm. I wouldn't do that.
Better start talking. I can do this all day.
And this is from your pale friend. Demetri, is it?
We're out of our element here.
-[sobbing] Get out of here. -Miguel, you can't--
-Johnny, what the hell? -He just hit me!
too.
-OK. -Come on.
['80s rock music playing]
Kreese! The tables are not gonna bus themselves. Get back to work!
Wait. What? Not on foot!
Thank you.
So, did she get better?
We all are.
Look out!
What do we do, drive all day looking for a van?