Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

but... but less graceful.

- You still vomiting? - Yeah, a little.

It's all downhill from here.

Yeah, I, um... I haven't told Tom.

More like Young Dickface of the Year.

- You think about that a lot? - I just...

- That's all. - Ok.

Do you know what I mean? I just don't get it.

Incredible. Clap. Don't you think this is incredible?

Oh, that's bad.

Josh, uh, Tom told me about how Claire broke up with you.

- Really? - Yeah.

So I'm just here trying to be friendly.

Tom, I think I need you to drive me to the hospital.

that to sort of soften the blow.

- Should we... we should not mention it. - Not mention it.

Perhaps you could pop out and get your mum a Turkish Delight, Josh.

Thanks for all the... stuff.

- A mental home. - We don't call it that.

Mum! Fuck! Fuck!

I didn't mean to, I promise. Honestly, he just...

Do you think she'd be uncomfortable if she knew I was here?

(NIAMH CONTINUES MOANING LOUDLY)

- Which hospital? - I don't know! Just get in the car!

- No. - (BOTH LAUGH)

Don't worry, mate. Mum's ok. She's ok.

For you to be there. It's completely necessary, even.

He was really very... there.

Your father thinks it is his fault because of the divorce.

and I happened to be googling giraffes again today.

Why can't I ever just be in the moment, you know?

I can sort of appreciate why their standards are so low.

Different-sized spoons don't fit together like this.

What have you guys decided to do with me?