Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's a classic narrative device.
And so, Mateo, that's what this day is all about.
Look, I know our lives are crazy right now.
Bo, Bo, hey. Come here.
No. You did not "have a thing" with Petra.
I faked his death.
and is a totally different person with a dog named Bo.
Should we go look for him?
That is, until she realized Petra was in real trouble.
leaving our Jane confused and devastated.
You were a really good guy.
Well, trust me, you love them.
Hmm.
You okay?
And frankly, I don't know how to do that if I can't talk.
Or maybe I'm not. I don't know, Abuela.
What?
And I had to go to grief support groups!
Forgot to turn it on.
Yeah, but with everything going on, I just...
But I can tell you this:
Oh, my God. You're so right.
You can tell me to go away.
but is that just, like, a figure of speech, or...
Does any of this look familiar?
and every day for the past four years...
I just wanted to stop by and apologize to you.
I mean, maybe thatmoment was,
Luisa? Are you okay?
"Michael could always make me laugh.
That's sad. What?
And the way he used to crack up at his own impressions.
and who can't look me in the eye.
♪ Why don't you be you...
In particular, amnesiac patients...
to your ex-husband who recently returned from the dead?
so I just wanted to see how you were doing.
and I kept pretending like I didn't notice,
and magical and...
I got a DNA test.
Michael. I mean...
Because you didn't ask.
I was supposed to be getting engaged last night to Rafael.
Well, you can keep him.
"Michael was wearing his police uniform,
Inhala, exhala.
A flash drive.
MICHAEL : Hi, Jane.
with a gambling problem to sign a death certificate.
but it didn't.
Well, we sold the house
a my-husband-came-back- from-the-dead support group.
Hey, Petra.
to an attorney. If you can't afford...What? What about our deal?
You know, that's your identity.
Actually, I'm gonna make some tea first.
I can't believe this.
I mean, if they can erase crow's feet,
Don't look so surprised, Milos.
Yeah. I'd say, considering everything...
But now guess what?
I don't.
Delete, delete, delete. Not a widow.
Michael?
LATIN LOVER NARRATOR: Ah, friends, when we last
"and for the privilege of loving him.
I know it hasn't technically been a minute,
I was just trying to get you in jail, since you get me in jail.
Stop whining and write.