Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And I couldn't find Maya,
I had to save the good stuff until the crowd leaves.
I know.
Thank God. We're home.
Forty-year-old Macallan.
Say something. Reassure her. Be a human being for once.
Worse than Reagan. That's right.
Yeah.
Remember? We took a fundraising trip.
To watch games.
Is Mom still sleeping? There's no breakfast.
No.
What did... What you do that for?
and right away, they're like, bam, they're on you for the next one.
And my mom would always side with him.
And I had this whole night riding over here on my skateboard,
"You better hustle, before somebody comes along and..."
I still remember that feeling of getting to the middle.
But not all the time.
Who fucking creeped on you? Crapped, creep, whatever.
Enjoy it, sweetie.
I mean, I...