Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A couple of years ago, I spent a summer in Newport...
They're playing Death Cab on The Valley?
Hey, Kait, I think there's something in your eye.
- How are you holding up? - I'm okay.
Oh, she's a good soul.
- This is a fantasy I'm not aware of. - I didn't buy that.
...if I would make something for you for Valentine's Day.
I was thinking about leaving.
It's not a typo. I need 10,000 cinnamon hearts.
- Hey, let me give you a hand. - No, I got it, thanks.
...but if he were here, he'd be the first to take responsibility.
I'll drive under the speed limit, make sure she buckles her seatbelt.
- Thanks for coming by. - No, I'm glad you called.
- So you visiting? - Yeah. From Ashland, Oregon.
Ignore her. She was out of her mind with exhaustion and grief.
Do you think you could call Maya? I mean, with a few caveats.
- And here I thought you never noticed. - All right, well, I should get home.
Hey, I wasn't expecting you.
I got it, it's cool.
Well, I don't see that knife anywhere. I suppose I should be going.
I don't think she's lying to me...
Women's underwear has gotten very complicated.
Maya, I'm sorry.
This is the first one where Marissa and I are actually together.
It doesn't need a lawyer...
Hey, Sadie.
Nothing red, see-through, or remotely edible.
How's Ryan?
- Or if it was more than that. - She says it wasn't.
Find out.
I'm not gonna make out with you, Chili.
- So you and Summer good? - We will be.
But I really need some time.
Very nice to meet you. You have a lovely daughter.
- Hungry? - Come on. Everyone needs to eat.
But I've liked Matt since college.
But why's she making a big deal? Not like it's the first time.
- Trouble at home? - Shockingly, no.
...after a certain OD in TJ.