Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Hi, Mal. - No.

Oh, honey, you look terrible. Fuck.

Or worse, a tactic.

Well, I'm pretty sure he stole the silverware out of my house.

Frankie, I fucked up in a lot of ways, but we're trying to do this right.

(Inhales deeply)

(Mobile phone dialling)

I heard she punched a service dog in the face once.

I was shocked, I swear.

Yea, that sucks, my grandma stole hers back from me.

Shouldn't they leave you alone and give you some space

Did you hear that? My house.

God, I'm an asshole.

- Sol told us. - He's just worried about you.

And they're adults. No one asked us to go in there.

- When? - When? What?

Asshole. Got it.

He wouldn't. Oh, that bastard.

But she did crochet hats for everyone at Hanukkah.

you're not going to cut anything off,

(Amanda) Nope. Uh-uh.

and I have absolutely no idea how I'm gonna handle this one.

♪ Yes, I'm stuck in the middle with you ♪

- Isn't that what we need right now? - No.

God, that felt good.

- (Jason chuckles) - Oh, thank you.

Well, Sol wouldn't do that to me.

Well, I'm not sure that's why they're called friends.

Well, I spent half the day wearing a Post-it note that says,

(Amanda) It's us, honey. Me and Jason.

I don't know...