Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He might ask, "How's Alice feeling after you getting beat up at her soccer game?"
Oh.
That guy's a bully, right? -Yeah.
[sighs] No? -No.
I mean, what the hell is pickleball?
Yeah, it's cool. I love-- I love it. -Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
I don't wanna start a fight with you, okay?
Sucks.
Yeah. So... -Mm-hmm.
Promise. -Promise.
[door closes]
The minute changed. -[exhales]
Cancelling pickleball?
You spent the night in jail.
[door buzzes]
Is Sean okay?
[Gaby] Excuse me! Liz?
I'm sorry.
Nah, I don't need anything. -I can get you some money.
My client has a fractured cheekbone and is suffering from severe emotional distress.
Yeah, he would.
[sighs] I think you're very rude, and I deserve better. And so do you.
Come on in.
Oh, Malik. I like that guy.
You're coming. 8:00 p.m. Same place. Be there.
[exhales deeply]
You couldn't read the fucking room.
It's definitely my happy place, Dan.
I'm speaking from experience here.
Oh, yeah. [chuckles]
These are just chats that your dad should never know about.
"Somewhat private"?
It's creepy how you always sit alone in the dark.
We should do something.
Is there any way he'll say that to her face?
because all of your boys are gone, you're trying to fill this hole.
Dude, the soccer game.
It's where they go and have drinks under a bridge.
Where's the new basketball you got them?
[Paul] You know you fucked up, right? -[Jimmy] Yes.
[cell phone rings] -[sighs]
...when the season's over. -[Malik] Right.
I-I have my own stuff to deal with.
Hearing about my fucking day would give him joy, really?
But, you know, maybe we need to start filling it with other activities.
and she fell in love with a few small liberal arts colleges.
It's okay.
It must be some sort of weird optical illusion or a f-- uh, maybe it's a filter.