Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Anna's cool. - She's a little scammer.

- You're going to that? - We both are.

I wasn't going to, but it's time I stopped dwelling on my own problems...

- Those earrings are hypnotizing me. - They're making me seasick.

- Yo. - What up, homes?

- You must hate Newport. - I did. At first.

Is Rachel's boyfriend as understanding as I am?

It took the state five years to purchase the Balboa Wetlands.

And what about dad?

Great, then you can walk me too.

No, not girlfriends, just girls that, you know...

I'm taking you down.

Because somebody promised her the best date ever.

I can't like Seth Cohen. He's, like, Seth Cohen.

- How about 8? - Eight?

We won the raffle. A romantic getaway for two.

At this point, we go to the state for Proposition 50 funds...

You...? You what now?

I'm powerless before dumplings.

A Paul Frank sale is more important than the fall of the Ming Dynasty.

- Chilling. - All right.

...when a girl needs her boyfriend the most.

We don't. We talk about all sorts of things. Music, sailing.

In fact, I'm going with him. Chip!

Let's give him a big hand.

I wanna live with Dad. At least for now.

I spoke to Summer, okay? And I asked her...

I don't think the pencil-thin mustache is gonna make a comeback.

- Who's this little firecracker? - It's my date.

The fact is, yes, I admit it. I occasionally talk about Summer.

- I'm here. - We're leaving.

I know it's gonna take some time, and I'm gonna need your help.

But I wore a jacket.