Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You really think she couldn't bring herself to hurt Frank Jr.?

[bartender] Hey, you guys, cut the shit, okay?

I figured it out.

And how am I supposed to do that?

You talk too much.

I'm outside a Kansas City police station

and chose not to.

You put him in there, you can get him out.

He won't. I want him out today.

See, I'm already getting the, um, "Dad, you've been talking too much" look,

-[Ben] Hey! -Yeah.

-Will you? -Yes.

On his way to work, he checked in on our therapist.

-[buzzer sounds] -[lock clicks]

Fuck! [groans] What the fuck was I thinking?

How'd you know it was an astronaut diaper?

So much for your integrity.

But I'm willing to bet that every single person here

there's one person who I need to thank,

a better place for our children, for our families, for ourselves.

[blubbering] Fuck.

This is a viable investigation.

What exactly am I wrong about?

-Exactly. -[sighs]

So, please, just enjoy yourselves,

Good. I need to see my client.

[Helen] No, it's me. Your partner.

It doesn't matter. Let it go.

[stammering] You're not--

[crowd clamoring]

You'll have to leave your keys out here. Can I see your bag, please?

One day, I promise you won't have to be so careful.