Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's my leftover tilapia parm.

- Yuck. - Honestly, for my dad, that's progress.

You remember back in high school when you convinced me

- ♪ Oh, yeah ♪ - ♪ So caught up on you ♪

Wow! That is a lot of coolness.

I'm sorry. What was I saying?

Hannah, your dad doesn't drive but still has sex?

- They live ten minutes from each other. - Dad doesn't drive anymore.

Didn't he try to get Michigan to believe you were dead?

You're very pretty. Just not nearly as sturdy as he likes.

Fine. My friend already died.

I'm about to barrel down and take the biggest shit you could imagine.

and I was excited to see one still existed.

and sorry I came in a little hot earlier.

Medea wrote a self-help book?

Then I met Rick Mahorn and called him a chode so many times,

Um... Gross, but fine.

[microwave beeping]

- I mean, the truly best case. I'm stunned. - Right?

I'd say it's fine, but you guys got my hopes up

- Uh, that went great. - Yeah.

Those are definitely my dad's.

Or had to cut her reading glasses out of her hair again.

Last month, he used so much of our ink, we couldn't print out our paychecks.

Damn, Eliza. I bet you wish you could drive back in time

This is my place, and no one shits in my bathroom but me.

It's an emergency, Patrice.

- Sorry, are you lightheaded? - Oh, man. The smell is inside of us.

I shouldn't even care about Eliza because I've moved on. I have.

Paula Deen's cookbook, or a transcription of Ghislaine Maxwell's court case.

- Oh, man. - Let me light that up for you.

What are we gonna get into today? Know what we should do?

I always say memoirs are the light in the tunnel of our collective soul.

It's a commemorative plothole.