Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- What's wrong with your eye? - It's a knowing wink, Summer.

Okay. Fine. You're forgiven.

I'm making you take a break.

I'll be there in 20 minutes, okay? Bye.

You know, we should make a pact.

Oh, well, you know what, Taylor?

Neither. I should get going.

- But, Summer, if you need to girl talk... - Bye, Taylor.

What do you mean?

Makes me wonder about the board, though...

Which is why it's good that you've found the opposite of Marissa.

Is that something I do?

But I wanted to start over with you.

Or he's treading water till he gets to Brown...

- You like the smell of salami? - Cohen!

Listen, as we speak, your new sometimes kind of girlfriend...

I know. I meant, get a room. My room.

It's not like anything happened last night. Stay. Eat.

Well, maybe he's coming to patch things up.

But coffee would be nice.

- Your voice isn't hoarse from screaming. - Pancakes?

...call Griffin. Tell him you're gonna keep me on the project.

Come on, please?

- Your mother was a firecracker. - Okay.

Or you can keep it all to yourself. Both are fine with me.

Let's just say he's of a certain mold.

What about the end, when you drifted apart?

Word got out about Jess' tonight, and now half of USC is here.

- Ryan, this one's a keeper, man. - Anti-Coop.