Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Definitely. - Water Polo is throwing a party. We can meet up there.
- What did he say? - We're on.
Are you sure you don't want to shower or something?
Oh, hey, honey. How did it go with Trey?
I'm sorry. But I could offer you a guest suite if you'd like to stay here tonight.
Hurry up, sweetie. You're going to be late for school.
Lawyers.
Yeah. Okay. I get to be Richard Grieco.
So unless you've got another suspect for me, there's not going to be a deal.
Excuse me? It's okay. It'll be all right.
And there he is.
Come on! We're going to the board room.
It's the only way he could get the judge not to lock me up.
Windy Roads? No Way. You Drive.
Sandy Cohen. Why do I know that name?
- Hey, guys, come in. - Hey.
- Shall we drink to its demise? - It defeats the purpose of sobering up, doesn't it?
Isn't this place, like, so visual?
Personal sacrifices I have to make in order to keep a roof over our heads are nobody's business but my own.
Oh, I lost track of time. You guys ready for dinner?
Could you uh, possibly find a driver for us tonight?
- Thanks for doing this, Tom. - Thanks for ambushing me.
Summer's gonna kill me. I say we walk right now.
Okay, really gross.
and the bag of ecstasy matching her tox screen recovered at the scene.
We've waited a really long time for this.
How many men you know have been married for 20 years?
- We need to have a very serious discussion. - About what?
You know, if a cab ride home didn't cost $300, I would so be out of here.
You can't be. You have to drive.
- So, you want to go sit down? - Can't, looking for a friend.
A chance to party with the legendary Marissa Cooper?
- What are you doing? - I'm writing you a check.
I need your help. I have a little... quagmire to... un-quag...
Well, I guess I'll tell Carter that we can't go to Santa Barbara, then.
- No, we're... - We're helping Trey.
- Wait, you're staying with us again? - I... am in Sandy's custody.
Not supposed to be.