Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Marcus!
Bradley's parents are alcoholics. Now, come on.
Marcus: Shut up! Ty: Ow! Mom, Marcus pinched me!
Hey, Mom?
You harbor prejudice against artificial life-forms.
- All right, I'm up. I'm up. - Can we go now?
Lie down.
I don't feel good.
You're the one who threw my game at the helm.
Family time.
- Mommy? - Hey, baby.
their arrival could take weeks.
Mom, can I come with you?
When we were leaving...
I'm not picking up a distress signal, either.
- Are you damaged? - My leg.
There's something I need to do first.
They appear to be suffering from disease and malnutrition.
- You understand? - Yeah.
I didn't mean it.
Well, now what am I supposed to do?
Hey! You can't just leave us here!
The dysonium was not as concentrated as I had believed.
Your children are unruly, disrespectful,
Children, cut the crap right now.
Listen to me.
Mom used to tell us bedtime stories before we went to sleep.
What is that? -It appears to be a class-two spatial fold.
Take us down.
What happened?
They're everything to me.
Then I'm sure you'll understand
- That's not fair! - You're the one