Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They won't even notice. They're balancing their joint checking.
Because of what I did.
- Dad, I don't want any pie. - I may have a little bite.
- I can't believe she's this mad. - I know.
Look, your dad probably gives you stuff all the time...
- Rickie. - Oh my God.
Mom, he didn't want me to go to the concert, so fine, I didn't go.
A different kind of father. You are.
I got to call my brother.
Me? I'm still waiting for an apology.
Never mind. It's not worth repeating.
- Hey! - Daddy, please.
When you were a little girl...
That's what it is to raise a girl. Walking on egg shells half the time.
All she's doing is pushing you off your pedestal...
I just got to find my sock because it's Rickie's.
Why do you need them, if you're not going?
and he was talking to this girl, like in her twenties.
She's a former Wharf Rat.
Bring her a piece of that banana cream pie.
Angela, orange juice doesn't grow on trees.
- I will explain it to her. - It was your idea!
Smashing Pumpkins, Rage Against the Machine, Porno for Pyros--
Why do you think people give her such a hard time?
Angela, look, let me call Rayanne.
She'd never let him hit Pittsburgh and not make it.
Well, then it's not worthless.
echoes in your brain, and it just keeps sounding stupider?
Yeah.