Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm wonderin' if you could get me a mai tai, my friend.

But lastly, to Robert..."

Dude, she's gonna get inside your head.

♪ Climbin' up through the window ♪

And you could start by picking better friends.

-Yo, what was that all about? -Shut up, Kelce.

Just tell me what the hell is goin' on. Just tell me the truth.

And you know the deal!

So what's this mandatory meeting about?

It's your grindin' keepin' us afloat in the first place.

Sarah, um, she--

It's-- it's just, uh, like a-- a business meeting...

Ah... dated... 1844.

Do you understand that?

-Shut up! -[Luke] Your mama knew.

If you get caught, you're goin' to jail.

Okay, that's fine!

Hopefully, he's not as dumb as he looks.

-Would you shut up? -You're macking Sarah Cameron!

-You look terrible. -[Kelce whistles]

Rafe and Sarah are different human beings.

-So please, keep it in check. -[fly buzzing]

Surf all day, and then we can just live off lobsters we catch with our bare hands.

and cheerfulness, knowing I am soon bound for glory."

[in normal voice] It was. I was gonna let it go.

"Do not nurse grief to vengeance,

This isn't about you, and this isn't about us.

All right. Fix that tie, son.

[Sarah] No! John B!

Look, you guys know me.

[Topper] Sarah, the railing must have been rotten.

Yeah, uh, sorry. Just kidding.

It's just-- just like-- Listen, listen, I'm-- I'm-- [chuckles]

[Luke] Let's go. Go now!

[Sarah] St. Olive's.

-[Wheezie] Hi, Top. -Whoa--

[John B] Here you go.

I want you to tell your friend John B to come in and talk to me,

[Topper] What the--

Workers of the world unite.

-Kiara, stop it. -I'm a member of this club.

G-game? I thought we lost the gold game.

Hey, hey, it was really nice seein' you again, JJ!

You know, could you just hold still?

How you gonna feel six months from now, sittin' in juvenile prison in Wadesboro?

-You can't hang around these kids. -I'm sorry--

[upbeat instrumental music playing]

put his skull into the ground, but like I said, I'm not a jealous guy.

-[Sarah sobs] -[John B groans]

-Help yourselves to hors d'oeuvres. -Oh, yeah.

"Matters applicable to the property and the estate."

A plat map. [laughs]

-Yeah. Yeah. -...in the hot-ass car.