Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Listen, honest, I don't love you.
The Bible says it is blessed to forgive, son.
Steve may not be the guy you think.
Where'd you get the stolen car?
He's back in school in Michigan.
I'll go first.
I love you. I wanna be with you.
The next thing I know, he's beating me to death.
- Jasmine was there. - Who?
- Are they out of jail? - You gave them a stolen car?
Be a pal, Lip. When you and Frank get done passing around, uh, Daddyz Girl...
I already know, Debs.
It's like...
If you happen to see Frank, tell him he's a dead man.
It's almost 1. I gotta get going before Hal decides I'm having another affair.
Every single day.
It's Karen. Leave a message.
That's the Sophie's choice you're agonizing over?
I don't even know what the hell's going on there.
Fair enough.
Oh. Good, good. With teenage boys in the house, you can never have enough.
Honey. This is all over money? You should have asked me for it.
Trashed the back end. Ha, ha.
Got him the Silver Star.
When are you gonna finally do something for yourself?
- You guys popped your cherry. - Yeah.
Jeez.
Sweetie, you are too easy on them.
We'll be all right.
It's broken, I think.
You do?
Yeah.
...every synapse in our cerebellum screams:
In and out of the bathroom in her dainty little undies.
Shit.
Where the fuck are you?
Miami out of O'Hare. Tomorrow afternoon.
To Chicago jurisprudence and adolescent misadventure.