Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's okay, Dad. I'm not upset with you anymore. No talk needed.
I gotta finish the stuffing. Then there's the gravy and candied yams.
I didn't wanna have to call you, but I'm in trouble.
- Ryan did musicals? - He quit when we got to high school.
Yeah, suicide. You know how hard the holidays can be.
- Where are you going? - To see my brother.
He's creepy.
Has she read my report? Is she aware of the estuary we're building?
Caleb's not creepy, he's just...
Not yet, but he hasn't seen the new Titans.
What, too much? Hey, seriously. Did I put too much on?
"Don't Tell Me To Slow Down. Tell Him To Hit The Bricks."
- And Ryan was Snoopy. - He was so talented.
I have cauliflower steaming.
So the car's ready to go.
- You take the car, Trey's off the hook. - Is that the deal?
As do I.
- I got it. - Pull on this side...
- Excuse me? - Sorry, heat of passion.
This is happening.
You've been busy. Mom said you'd done pretty good for yourself.
You know what? There's few things as therapeutic as peeling a potato. I'm sorry.
You know what, though? You can't see them, because they're dead.
- No. Why would I mind? - Football's on, I forgot.
My mom said it was okay.
No, you wouldn't.
I don't know.
This is Marissa.
- Anna's so smart and funny. - Yes!
You know someone your whole life, you grow up next to them.
Slow down with that. You're drinking on an empty stomach.