Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

OK, I'm gonna go smack my kid and take him to the shrink.
- I'm not gonna answer that. - It might be important.
- I'm tense. - Ooh, you want a massage?
You'll get a full diagnostic report from the doctor.
And why the fuck are you stalking me?
Don't be too flexy. We start with people we've dealt to before
I can't understand anything that you're say... Stop crying.
but now I'm thinking it's because you're a crazy, stalker, narcissist whack job.
What are those lines?
We're looking down a long road here, Mrs. Hodes.
Don't you remember I wore that pompom hat the other day?
Sign your name.
At her youth group. She's coming by later.
Shane went. I don't know if it did anything.
I would hope that my children could learn from my mistakes.
- This is so not over. - I'm sorry, sir. I did like your pompom hat.
Poor guy. Poor wrecked guy.
Come on! Move it!
Oh, hey, erm...
I'm sorry, Nance. Are you fucking insane?
Will you drop the Steel Magnolias bit? He's still breathing.
She's all yours.
I'm in the middle of explaining this to you.
I have to sit down.
- Pay you? - That is what I'm doing.
He's gonna be all right, though, right?
- Fuck you. I love my son. - Oh, sorry, of course you do.
Stop!