Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're giving me a new Jaguar and you don't want anything?
…and then I pass the buck to you.
Come on, bleed, dude.
…and yet you look around you and you don't like what the world is.
Middle school, that hellish, shaky bridge you all must cross…
Because she was so brave.
So it's like a pass-it-on thing, then.
Please don't! I'm not moving.
Your dad.
Thank you.
Straight to hell. Straight to hell.
It's not a state secret.
To change.
Here.
Shit!
…but nothing really happened.
Like the whole shit could be, like, better.
What did you say for my son to let a homeless man in my house?
And then I saw you and I changed my thinking.
Oh, snap, yo. You good, man.
Help me, please.
— Trevor never went through that! — You know what Trevor went through?
— Are you sober? — Yeah, I got sober staying right here.
Unless knocking somebody around is a new family value.
— He's big. — Yeah.
So one night I did.
Welcome to the seventh grade.
— Go on! — I got my passes.
What's been four days?
And I've become one.
And I'm going to help them, but it has to be something really big…
Cool blade, huh?
Is that what you think it is?
You should still call me Mr. Simonet.
You did good work.
I guess it's hard for some people who…
I'll see you tomorrow.
Well, Trevor, I get a good night's sleep.
Help!
Come here.
…if the 16 foster children who received computers…
— I understand… — Wait. Goddamn, I want to thank you.
I've been teaching for many years and it's the first new idea that also…
It's okay.
My ex-wife has everything. Okay?
— Why won't you return my calls? — We're not friends.
…because he begged and he cried.
You know, something that clears a check.
If I had a car I'd be out looking for him!
Out of nowhere these five Bloods just peeled out of a truck.
He won't look at me! You turn him against me?
That's 27, so…
Give me that one. Thank you.
And I do three more…
You can't have a friend like that.
No, no. Later.
You'd rather close your eyes and not think about it until it's all over.
Sort of Tibetan? Are you in a cult?
I'll get it.
— He gave you money? — Yes, ma'am.
— Why are you chicken? — I'm not chicken.
— But I did it. — You did what?
…to talk to me about your son…
You're not supposed to date for a year.
I'm eating it.
…this gas can.
Fag boy!
If only I weren't married.
You know, a minute ago…
…outside of school that might be bothering him?
I'm just going to open the door, okay?
I don't know.
Mr. Simonet?
Only this time, I wasn't the same.
He can't tell you or it won't come true.
— It's for my assignment. — What assignment?
Yeah.
He impregnated you, Arlene.
I don't know.
May I help you?
Can we just rewind here a little bit?
Mom?
Why don't you put down in writing your little and loud complaints…