Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- It's supposed to be black. - Paint it.

...that she regrets the rest of her life.

Ahem. Pick-up hockey game.

- Yeah. Yeah, I know. - They told you?

I told him straight, very nice, very reasonable:

- Thanks. - A job?

- Hey. - Yeah. Carl, set the table.

Walk away. Leave everything behind.

You gotta get them off.

I'm gone tonight.

Maybe why you two got along?

What do you think now, Daddy? Am I still a whore?

Thanks. I'm gonna stay.

Hey. Karen, it's me. Uh, call me back when you get this message, all right?

Ian and Lip are in jail.

She never misses dinner without calling.

Hi. I'm Jasmine.

You understand, his passions, his needs and desires.

Wait, wait, wait. Is it because I said that I love you?

You fucked her?

Thanks for driving.

This is off-duty officer reporting a stolen vehicle.

Then maybe Rio. You ever been to Rio?

Let's get you a nice, warm bath.

Nothing. I'm not their mother.

Maybe you could teach her to drive.

We're both fucking victims!

Those Gallaghers.

Just said last call, Frank.

We were cuffed to a bench in a hallway most of the night, Carl.