Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I feel like I've got to give him a chance.
Mom?
Look it up.
Thank you.
Less painful than the dentist. Just be yourself, okay?
When they do, everybody…
Four tequilas. Who's having the fourth one?
Do you understand my kid is missing?
Need a ticket somewhere? Come on, I'll get you a ticket.
Leave it alone. He just wants to get on with seventh grade.
No.
Stuff I did, it didn't work out.
Não! Hoje é domingo!
Wear this.
— This is good. — Thanks.
If I don't have it, I'm lost.
…right here in the seventh grade.
She told me I had to do something big…
I really appreciate this, Mrs. McKinney.
But not forever…
I called the president to talk about pollution.
Trevor has made an attempt to interact with the world…
— You don't expect them to change… — Excuse me.
All right, bring them up.
She'd cover the bruises and the cuts and she'd take him back…
You have a lovely way of expressing yourself.
Please.
People are staying clean.
What if I can make it so your parole comes up next month?
Really?
Trevor!
You won't get it. Mr. Simonet will get it.
— It worked! — Oh, God.
This red gas can from his truck.
— Adam? — It's the honor system.
Well, you look good to me too.
— No, I'm not. — Yes, you are!
It's a news magazine feature. It's not something you wipe your ass with.
How's “rat bastard” sit with you?
But when you climb in the first time, and pull the newspapers over you…
This remarkable young man died at 7:35 this evening.
Well, kids, they either hitchhike or they take a bus.
…something they can't do by themselves.
…all I could think about was getting my next fix.
Thanks. I appreciate the euphemism.
What are you doing, Junior?
That's bullshit. Help her right now.
You're spending $300 to find an old lady…
I'm telling her she doesn't have to take it anymore.
Ricky would never do that.
…and that was the assignment.
— For God's sake. — Come on, tell me.
You said that an hour ago.
He can't really want to or he would've.
But you might just squeak by with a “C”.
I got your back, sis. Bitch, you're still here. Shit!
Shit, not in my car.
Take me to a match. You get splattered in the front row.
Will you take care of him? I'll call you later.
Here you go.
Tempting, but, no.
I've always wanted to be something.
— See anything? — Get those cars out of here!
…satisfaction.
He was there, drunk as usual.
I'm single! I'm single!
I obviously didn't realize how much Trevor likes you.
Generosity? It's a Jaguar.
After all, what does the world expect of us?
You go to some big fancy school?
It's just…
You mad at me?
How you helped her. I'm doing a story.
Think you could stop rubbing my nose in it?