Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I need some help.

[indistinct conversations, telephones ringing]

Monday, Wednesdays, and Fridays, yeah.

Iraq. A week into his third tour there.

- And when is that? - A couple of days.

It's good to see you again, Saul.

This is Peter Quinn. He's a patient here.

Uh, I'll call to get your medication schedule.

[Clarice] For Christ's sake, Mona.

I Know You’re Both Frustrated

I'm getting the chills, bro.

What are you doing here?

Would you just stop...

I mean, you heard her.

[Carrie] Hey, Quinn?

Well... the problem is not so much destroying ISIS,

I don't know, Saul. She gave us very little love today.

He might have left this morning.

[cellphone beeps]

You forgetting something?

[gunshots, shouting]

Nah, you'll just call me a paranoid fuck.

And where would I find Clarence?

Come on, let's check it out.

And I told you, I'm not that person anymore.

But I didn't do anything! This is bullshit!

What's going on, Sekou?

But you know as well as I do

You're here every day.

♪ Give me that crown, boy ♪

This is ridiculous. He's not a terrorist.

part of taking care of them?

I'm saying no...

you know, like yell out for them to turn it down.

That's not the same.

Hey, I... Tommy!

Yeah, because we've been kicking ass and taking names.

Just have to jiggle the handle on the toilet if it runs.

I can't take care of you by myself,

♪ Give me that crown, boy ♪

- Yes, I am. I'm leaving. - No. You can't leave.

What does CIA think?

There's an outpatient program.