Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This isn't working.
I don't know if he's losing his hearing
Every chance I get, I pop my earbuds in,
It's opening day of squirrel-hunting season.
I bet I know the reason why.
Okay. Well, we got to pack.
What are you talking about?
Okay.
S-- I'm -- I'm sorry. W-What?
♪ There's only you in my li-ife ♪
Of course not.And this thing's a marvel.
I-I'm not gonna -- I'm not gonna fit in.
I just feel like we're losingenough family as it is.
Sorry, I've got to respond to it.
The house exceeded maximum capacity
So we made a video to convince our parents
and they're stuck in the samedull, mirthless --
You got the job!
You're acting crazy,and it's scaring me.
Okay. No. Uh, alright.Right this way.
we got a second key the last time that happened.
From little Joe, I learned --
Uh, yeah.
Are you kidding me?!That's not okay!You can't just spring this on us!
Ha!Ha!
But I get it first.
That was a crazy day.Yeah.
Hi.
to feed him and keep him healthy.
it's these three next.
we named our son after our street.
It was a poemwhere every line started
then I'd be lying if I said
Yeah. It's called strength.
This room. Yeah.
I make decisions,move forward, don't look back.
You’re already compartmentalizing.
Hey, don't you talk like that.
I love the lights. I love the location.
You brought me here to steal?!
We can throwa-an Uncle Sam hat on him
It has been... a true privilege.
It was enough to make you curse God
-Of course. We love you. -You are family.
Couldn't have been easyhaving us as big sisters.
before I sign the contract, for some reason.
which takes every girl right to rom-com?!
Phil. Hey.
Well, look, I-I am not a fan
♪ And I'm hungry like the wolf
Yeah, no, no. I'm still here.
No.
yet anotherembarrassing incident
I wouldn't mind cruisinga few good men.
We're finally out of my hot sauce.
but not until after I leave.
Yeah.
...new struggles.
Now, um,
I just need you to fill
Well, it's a piece of art.
That's the worst part -- that nobody needs me.
Totally.I'll reinvent myself.
that we should circle back to.
our linens, our book.
Well, it's not "mine,"
I know. With a newborn!