Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Okay. [squeals] -[Marcus] Oh God.

This place has housed many, many of my family's birthdays,

but Georgia Miller is uneducated, unethical,

And then I burst into song.

"My dear Josephine, I have insulted you. By my honor, I did not mean to."

[Georgia] Ginny, life is a game.

Why didn't you come over last night?

Usually a breakfast-on-the-go kind of guy, but, you know, sitting here together--

I met this girl, Mackenzie,

Do you play tennis, Georgia?

[upbeat music plays]

Maybe I can look into that.

["Lalala" by Soran playing]

but we can't do everything at once, so we need to prioritize.

You send 'em a photo, they turn it into a painting.

Chicago is not at all like Sing Sing! and anyone who thinks so is an imbecile.

[Bev] I know. Poor Zach.

you've cultivated of yourself to get sullied.

-I like when we play soccer. -I like that too.

Uh, Mom, I need a note for school.

It wasn't like Chicago, and they were like,

Turns out I was a pawn too.

-♪ Yeehaw ♪ -♪ La-la-la-la-la-la ♪

there's no cure for.

[exaggerated gasp]

but I do know whatever's happening here is your fault, Marcus.

so it never really seemed bad.

-Nah. Come on. Let me smell. -[laughs] Ew, that's gross.

Well, it means she was married before Kenny to an Anthony Green,

No, it makes sense. It's why I'm here.

Do you remember how you felt in that moment?

Joe, you look nice.

-No? -[Marcus] No.

When I lost Kenny, I had to deal with all this.

Yeah. Your ass looked good in that though.

You don't wanna eat, don't eat.

It's a special place

But as far as… as you and I go,

I'd had that urge before, but I had never done anything.

♪ Whose soul can possess me? ♪

Welcome to the family.

[breathes deeply]

How do you even know legal recourse? Who is teaching you these words?

What… What are those doing in my office?

Oh. But it's more than that.

You put all of us in jeopardy. You shouldn't be here.

[motorcycle engine revving]

"And you, Josephine Margot Wellington, are blushing."

It's the second series of Emily Dickinson's Poems.

Where have you two been?

[Ginny inhales sharply]

Um, I don't know, shitty.

The Wellsbury Tribune reviewed Sing Sing! as a Chicago rip-off.

[chuckles] Well, then it's decided.

Miss Miller, a word.

[gasps, scoffs]