Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You can sleep in Judah and Not-Judah's old room.

He's 10, and he's read the whole Narnia series.

I'm sure the real fire would've gotten to it anyway. I just wanted to make sure.

That's for the little people. Navigator. I get stuck in traffic a lot.

- Apparently, I smell like gas. - Apparently?

I'm working on it.

The three of you can take the Prius.

I just got a call from Guillermo, and I need to go meet him.

- Do you not watch the news? - I watch SportsCenter.

Diet Shasta, in a can, room temperature, no straw.

...by renting it out to someone I thought was a friend.

I don't know their last names, but they were black.

I'm gonna change Ma's diaper and clean her feeding tubes...

I have a parasitic twin growing out of my stomach.

He'll bite your thieving balls off. You better start running.

Again with the fucking birds.

- We should start taking fish oil. - And green tea.

That house was never in my name. I was just living there.

Nancy, if it all burns down, what are you gonna do?

From one fucking mistake to another.

Cheeks a-flexin'

Previously on Weeds:

- Mine tastes like a vinyl sofa. - When FEMA gives us hotel vouchers...

It's nice, isn't it?

She's the boss.

- Fucking asshole. - Sometimes.

Is that the same person you're talking about?

If Shane's too heavy to heave up to the pergola, you might find out. Let's do it.

- She smells like gas. - I don't smell anything.

We'll be in touch.

Big, big money?

I want a lawyer.