Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Not so sure writing's for me.
If that's being a Barry, then I'm okay with that.
Oh! (LAUGHS)
ADULT ADAM: That day, Erica wasn't the only one with delusions of grandeur.
ADULT ADAM: As I remained captive,
Don't feel sorry for yourself for being me!
Please. Just leave me alone.
Awful.
Don't leave me hanging.
Nope. I'm very open to that.
But now they're okay
to come in here and call you the sad sack.
I am going to make a Broadway-quality costume
You do know he's my boyfriend and I love him, right?
(MUFFLED) I know.
(CHUCKLING) Hey. Hi. Hello.
(LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)
Don't forget we're going underpants shopping tomorrow.
Thank you?
Okay, blah-di-blah. Enough small talk.
Shh!
But you keep writing about me, about this family.
You don't have to move the computer back down here.
Ooh. What if we send this story to Mr. King?
Okay, that is not what being the Barry means.
Mmm, I don't see it.
Well, I'm glad you feel that way,
with exceptional talent, who can rap and break-dance.
That is rough.
Anyway, I'll catch you there.