Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Could you even pretend to be a little bit stoked?

I mean, I just figured she's new and you're new, so...

I asked you a question. Where's my money?

Mom, don't say "underpants."

Tell Greg Daddy will see him at the cotillion. Right, Jimmy?

Yeah, okay. Except that you are.

See you at home.

One, two, three. Smile, please.

Oh, well, actually, Summer, Ryan's already been promised to someone else.

The check that you guys gave Jimmy. We needed that 100 grand.

Don't do anything until I talk to him, okay?

That means Marissa probably already has some sad, Ionely girl...

Look, I hope you didn't not go because of last night or...

I want my money back, you hear me?

Would you just keep it down?

I mean, whatever you think about the whole superhero movie genre...

You sure you want to be seen with me?

I don't trust anybody else. Not around you.

- Even if I do this? - Luke!

Nothing. Let's go, Ryan. Come on, buddy.

I don't have a date to the cotillion.

Yeah, me neither.

I... I can't say no to my family. I'll pay everything back.

- Okay. - Every girl needs a white knight.

You're saying I'm making my debut into society with Newport's most wanted?

- How much money did you lose? - Look...

This entire community wrote him blank checks. You gave him 100 grand.

Well, now that you've moved in, I see you're making yourself right at home.

I'm... I'm so sorry.

He was trying to provide for his family.

...get out of here. - Thanks.

You're a really good barbecue-tionist.

- Hey, Summer. - What did I say about talking to me?

Actually, at this point, that would be you.

Dancing? You didn't tell me there was dancing.

No, too late. You missed your shot.