Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So I told her about your little problem.
I don't think it will upset the children.
She hoped that finding one would lead to the other.
Oh, Jordana, you are a life-saver. Thank you.
Severe depression, borderline personality disorder.
I don't know, Julie. Pretend to be bulimic. Gag a little.
- Hey. - Oh. Hey there, you two.
I'm also recommending extensive psychotherapy to help unearth...
It's a little chilly out here. Do you mind if we discuss this inside?
Unless he was using a code, that's all I got.
Maisy does love to rule her little kingdom.
Mrs. Solis, I'll be at the market.
I just have a feeling.
- Yeah. We go to the same school. - Of course you do.
OK. So now that I'm going to do some "heavy lifting",
I'm not sure. Do you know how to drive a stick?
It could be any one of these guys she's having an affair with.
I love sax. Alto, right?
- I used to play with my grandfather. - Pull up a chair.
in hopes of finding bargains they don't really ned,
- I don't know what to say. - Then perhaps you should say nothing.
The kids won't suffer without a clump of fur on their heads.
- You would do that for me? - Why wouldn't I?
If you let him go, he's gonna chow down on other defenseless old ladies.
I have to make 25 mini quiches for my book club.
Why does this mean so much to you?
Forget the Freud and stick with the drugs.
- I love sex. - All right.
to the color of the house paint she hadn't wanted,
and that final eruption of pleasure.
to our parent coordinator, the amazing Maisy Gibbons.
Yeah. That was a creative call.
We still have time to change the ending back.
Don't believe I'm a good person, but believe I care about my husband.