Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I was protecting me.
Shh! Squirrel.
(clears throat)
Oh, there he is.
‐16. ‐Oh, I thought so.
You and I have each other and that's all we'll ever need.
I always cry at any boy between 12 and 20.
(grunts)
I'm the... (clears throat) pediatrician.
or May the Fourth Be With You‐‐
I guess that'll have to do.
Oh, no, thank you.
grew deeper and closer than ever before.
Oh.
But there's a little more to the story.
Trust me, it's over.
Mom?
You're right. What a great therapist.