Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A girl can't visit her mom? Why are you grilling me?

Well, I like this. It's fun.

It won't just be this thing to feel bad about forever.

Diane. Answer your phone. I'm calling you right now.

I can get lunch here, I can people-watch,

-Okay, forget about the book for a second. -I can't!

-Why? -Because I'm terrible!

I need to go to a dark place, and I can't get there.

If you didn't wanna be followed,

More drugs, please!

When I'm with you, when we're out, I feel good, I feel happy,

Okay. Yeah. I love you.

If I don't write my book of essays now, I never will!

Okay, what you have to remember is that you were in a really dark place.

-Maybe this book does that, too. -Yeah?

-We should tell them about Maddy. -No--

And if I can't write that book...

I will now retreat to our living room to play video games all day.

then it will have been for something, you know?

But I wanna see if there's an after-credits scene.

-Oh! Oh, my God!

I don't know, Diane.

-No. You come on. -You come on.

I'm 17 years old. I live in Boston.

Send me the pages and we'll get 'em to the publisher.

Your problem is you always blame other people, Deedee.

Something happened at work.

-It's been six months. -Okay, I think it's about...

Oh, also a water. I am parched.

Hey, Chicago, 49 degrees is not spring.

Oh. I'm still kind of figuring out what the "is" of it is, you know?

Oh... Sorry, I didn't mean you. Paige!

Hello. I am Diane,

- Why not? -Guy, come on.

Well, then why wouldn't he mention it to the police? What's he hiding?

Oh, is the day over?

Then maybe write this other book.

And with Todd watching the baby, my work-life balance is on point.