Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Do you remember when we looked at this house?

But you're the worst kind of asshole there is.

It was confusing, but super real.

She's in the car outside with her dad.

Pharmacy. Maya's stomach. Your stomach. Pick a lie. Stick with it.

But you can't. Swim, that is.

No one feels ready. But trust me, you have everything you need.

We could use some support.

I kept waiting for her not to, but she always did.

Beats you to the punch?

No, Brian, my brother, he's pretty cool.

You guys weren't swimming last night, were you?

I can't trust anybody in this world.

Well, well, well.

Because you're pretty much everything I have.

Do you know what happened in your house?

- Bam. I got one. - Me too.

All this privacy to what?

- What am I? As bad as Reagan? - Worse than Reagan.

Mommy's gonna go enjoy the pool.

But she didn't have the guts.

I mean, it was Dad's friend.

You can't set the alarm. Sheila's not back yet.

Yeah, she does have a big head.

and I shouldn't be scared, but I'm a little scared.

- Do not start with that shit. - Why not? It's true.

Becoming a mom, that's, you know, terrifying and forever.

Because I still don't have a fucking answer or a fucking boyfriend.