Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Knowing you're safe is the only thing that lets me sleep at night.
- I don't trust him. - Claire, you're a tough one to figure out.
Which, by the way, were also on my salad.
And look at you, smiling ear to ear.
A professional real estate tool.
I know how busy you all are with work and errands...
Don't know if you caught that subtle cue. She's mad at me.
- What? - I got to go.
I'm gonna answer, and then I'm gonna walk away.
Okay, that's different. That was gossip.
No joke. You can't tell Cam.
I didn't! Shouldn't you be more worried that Haley has a nurse's uniform in her closet?
Give me the phone.
- You want to tell me what I did? - Do you want to tell me what you did?
- No. Give it back. - Ha! Yes.
- Tell me. Tell me. - No, nothing.
I thought it was the wine.
Okay, sweetie, the adults are talking right now. And look what Daddy brought you.
I'm gonna think the worst possible thing.
It's crazy, right?
Wow, she's bad at math.
His older brother is even worse.
- It's a funny thing we're doing. - How is that funny?
That's not cool. E-mails are private.
Okay, but don't breathe so loud.
We don't. We already share a house, a life, a daughter.
Well, first you have to check your in-box, your trash folder and your sent folder.
- I don't know how you do it. - Compromise and compassion.
Online shopping at home for pants. We both needed pants.
No, no, no. They're still swollen.
I'm still holding out hope I'll have plans tonight.
- I don't know. Hanging out. - Sounds fun. Wear your helmets.
Amazing!
Hey, my dad has one of those.
She thought you were smoking grass.