Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Why would I tell?
We have an incredible oncologist. When my mother had ovarian cancer...
- She might check. - Why would she care?
I'll see you, Jimmy.
- I wouldn't know. - No, right, of course not.
Yeah. Maybe she called, and he went after her.
- No! Cohen! - You're good, you're my little chachem.
She left a message saying not to look for her.
So she probably went somewhere she would feel safe, right?
I ask Theresa to marry me, and she goes and finds you.
- You sure you wanna do this now? - I have to. My clothes are inside.
I would hate to tell them you're holding her against her will.
I don't know where. I don't know what I'm doing.
- Why are you still here? - Look, man...
I would've heard the phone even if I was sleeping, which I wasn't.
No, sweetheart, I'm sure that whatever you kids do every year will be just perfect.
To put me back on the path to righteousness.
Not be the dying nana, where every conversation could possibly be the last.
...until I can save enough money... - To what? Run away?
I have to pick up some stuff for the Seder.
Ryan? You in there?
Right. And I'm dumb and shallow and have no opinion whatsoever.
Do not speak to her like that in this house.
- Hello? - Did you just call me?
I'm gonna enjoy what's left of my life, and I hope you'll do the same.
But I think the real question...
Marissa took off when we got back from L.A.
- if Marissa found out... - No, she cannot find out.
Yeah, I know. But I thought maybe these sheets were a little too fancy.
Yeah, like when you left Chino?
No, of course. Come on in.
- That's not true. - Who's talking to you?
- I'm here for Marissa. - She doesn't want you here.
No, look, it's fine. We can just deal with this later.
- What are you doing here, really? - You invited me.
- Come on, Ma. It's Ryan's first Seder. - How do you know that?
There's someone here to see you.