Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I already know, Debs.
That's the Sophie's choice you're agonizing over?
To Chicago jurisprudence and adolescent misadventure.
- You guys popped your cherry. - Yeah.
Honey. This is all over money? You should have asked me for it.
Where'd you get the stolen car?
...every synapse in our cerebellum screams:
Oh. Good, good. With teenage boys in the house, you can never have enough.
Sweetie, you are too easy on them.
The Bible says it is blessed to forgive, son.
- Jasmine was there. - Who?
I'll go first.
Steve may not be the guy you think.
We'll be all right.
Shit.
Listen, honest, I don't love you.
If you happen to see Frank, tell him he's a dead man.
Where the fuck are you?
Be a pal, Lip. When you and Frank get done passing around, uh, Daddyz Girl...
In and out of the bathroom in her dainty little undies.
You do?
Fair enough.
It's Karen. Leave a message.
Jeez.
- Are they out of jail? - You gave them a stolen car?
Yeah.
I don't even know what the hell's going on there.
I love you. I wanna be with you.
The next thing I know, he's beating me to death.
It's almost 1. I gotta get going before Hal decides I'm having another affair.
Got him the Silver Star.
When are you gonna finally do something for yourself?
Miami out of O'Hare. Tomorrow afternoon.
Every single day.
It's like...
He's back in school in Michigan.
Trashed the back end. Ha, ha.
It's broken, I think.