Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I have to go. Do you need help cleaning up?

I didn't say that.

- It's a little more complicated than that. - Let me uncomplicate it for you.

- This feels like a good thing. - Of course it's a good thing.

I'm gonna close the door

I was right. It's spectacular.

Oh, I'm not going all the way to Philadelphia.

- You talked to Sean's dad? - Mm-hm.

- Hanna. - Dad.

So he gets all hung up in the shallows, and I simply walk onto the beach...

...or through Dan Farren's faux-hawk.

It's a little awkward, under the circumstances.

We can get some space here.

You can't drive anywhere. Give me your keys.

Okay, I have never been so embarrassed in my life.

Mr. Ewell would have killed those kids. Boo saved them.

As a paperweight. Ahem. Heh.

Whisper, whisper, whisper. Almost feels like Alison's still here.

- I don't want it. - Seriously, somebody take this.

Yeah, you're right.

It would be so much fun for both of you, going out together on a boat.

...but she's gonna be miserable when she finds out.

- ...to buy into the sheriff's cover-up. - He was protecting Boo.

We didn't go on the Tilt-A-Whirl. We walked around and talked.

You know, never mind. Uh, I'll see you tonight.

I'm sorry, do you have something to add to the discussion, aside from phlegm?

Do you use this?

No? Well, he's Mr. Due-Process when it comes to Tom Robinson.

I do it because I love the way it makes me feel.

Somebody must've grabbed them at the party.

I came back to help you through a rough spot.

We'll need the Jaws of Life in here.