Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-What's going on here? -This is Steve.
Now I guess I'm stuck with you.
FIONA: Shit.
I don't want the cops dragging me out of bed at 4 a.m...
a as
All the indications being that I'm getting a second chance...
Ah, Debbie, sent by God, total angel.
...they would double the money. If you're a guy, they don't wanna fucking hear it.
[FIONA AND VERONICA GRUNTING]
She won't talk to me. I can't force her to take her meds.
-Thanks for the tools. -Anytime, as long as I get them back.
--ladies and gentlemen
From Karen Jackson.
Sorry, Deb, I totally misheard that. Perforated eardrum on the right.
I'm late, Karen, honey. I guess I'll see you in the morning.
Should we get it x-rayed?
The day you start paying rent like the rest of us...
Slaughterhouse, poultry. Dangerous work.
Are you there?
Okay. Wiggle your toes.
Who paid for this?
If this is-- Okay. This is-- Sorry.
-He's on break? -Any second now.
Doing my job, unsuspecting, when out of nowhere...
Just tell me you didn't go and get some girl pregnant.
-Cornish game hen with Asian pear? -No.
No, you'll be in the ER forever. For what? "Sub-metatarsal hematoma."
[IAN CHUCKLES]
He probably let him get away, he knows him.
...un|ess acted upon by an external force.
[ALARM PLAYS]
...that made me look unreliable? Unreliable?
Not a rumor.
Second cupboard above the sink, liquid ibuprofen, freeze spray, Ace bandages.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
It's my fault?
okay-
Move, move, move. Come on.
You're not lost. You don't need finding.