Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I mean, you're with Luke, right? - Right.
And we should clean all this out so that you have room for some of your...
In case any of your girls needed a last-minute escort.
Okay, Seth. You can come out now.
I could... Do you want me to...?
- So which credit card should I use? - The MasterCard.
- Oh, really? You think so? - I do.
...I kind of like this place.
Okay. Good.
God, Luke, you're such an idiot.
Neither do I. I just move well.
- I can't ask you guys to do that. - You don't have to. We're asking you.
...had an appointment with my personal shopper.
- How much do you need? - It's $100,000.
Late court date. Gotta take advantage.
You know, work has been so crazy. But what's going on?
Cotillion rocks.
You lost a bet. You lost a bet. You've got to pay up.
How come you're not going?
Did you want me to...?
- A quickie, huh? - Julie.
- Get off me. - Go outside.
Hey. You're...
Do you know what girls find sexy?
We've all talked about it, and we want to be your legal guardians.
She broke my mom's heart. You won't break mine.
- The fitting area's back there. - Thank you.
...make their debut into society.
And now, ladies and gentlemen...
One, two, three.
You just got your butt kicked and didn't fight back. Dude, you really are a Cohen.
- You think? - Yes...
Holly's hosting this thing for the debs out at the beach house.
That's it. I'm done. I'm sorry. Chock-full of quiet now.
So we're gonna have to pull $250,000 out of the investment account.
Yeah, well, even so.
Just stupid cotillion stuff.
It's the day when Newport's most accomplished young women...
If it's true, I just need to hear it from him.
I can't believe you're not coming.
...and I haven't pissed my wife off quite as much as I have today...
Are you...?
...but as a deposit into his personal account?
Jimmy, where's my money?
I haven't seen you in a fight since...
Why don't I just help you out.
Ryan, we're white knights, okay?