Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The box. They were never picked up.
- Okay. - Looks dead.
Sorry for your loss.
I get what I want, and you can have what you want.
My gosh. Let's see what's in here. Okay.
- Thirty-seven. - It really doesn't have to be like this.
Look at that. It's Karen's Easy-Bake Oven.
You think it's easy being a parent? Letting Fiona be the good cop?
It's painful, man, you always asking her on lunches...
What time is it?
I can keep him in my room until Karen goes to college.
...and he will be sorely missed.
And let's see, what else do we have?
That's why they need a positive influence.
- Thank you, Mr. Gallagher. - Mr. Gallagher? Is my dad here, ha, ha?
- Thirty-five dollars. - Two hundred fifty.
This is my side. This is where you're supposed to be.
- Nice jacket Kash bought you. - Thanks.
Drug dealers take credit cards?
- You know what saved my life? - Ah, don't say Jesus.
Two assholes busted into our house looking for you and some car.
You have a choice, you're just making the wrong one.
- Your body needs to be cold. - More morphine.
- He took the gun? How? - I pulled it on him.
Which part? The part where my mom splits?
Is that a new jacket, Ian?
- Know where he is? - My heart says up there.
What do you want? Vicodin, morphine, peyote?
Mm. Wow.
Only thing those people are equipped to teach is how to live with disappointment.
Take it easy, Grandma.
- I take it they're gone? - Are you in a fight club?
- All set? - Room 3201.
Neat trick, you knowing it was me, though.
Here it is.
There anything going on behind my back?
You know where I live if you have a problem.
Wish he'd burnt the store down. Never wanted it to begin with.
- Who for? - My dad.