Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

"Husband seeking to satisfy wife's curiosity. Enjoys toy..." Ooh, careful.

You're welcome?

-Will you come with me? -I don't think that's a good idea.

Let's work with this. Brainstorming Kid. Brainstorming Young Ward with the secret identity which is,

-Now that's what I'm talking about. -Yeah?

Then come to bed.

-Lindsay. -Hey.

I won't be long.

-I'm sleeping. -No, you're not.

I have to drive to Santa Barbara, to Lompoc, to see a prisoner there.

-Hey, Kirsten. -Lindsay, Caleb Nichol.

My apologies. If I had known we were going to be three, I'd have asked the waiter for another one.

-See for yourself. -Oh, my God.

Except you on me. Here we go.

-I defended your honor. -I appreciate that.

-True. -Dude, you didn't like X2?

-Come on, Summ, we're gonna be late. -What are you doing up there?

I'm going back to bed.

That was a long time ago.

She's been asking questions about you..

Cohen, this is what you should be doing.

What, drawing the women who've wronged me as whip-wielding warrior princesses?

Yeah, she has a couple times.

Not finished yet.

Tell me what my problem is. I can't wait to hear this.

-So we'll go tomorrow. -How? You have school.

Oh, I'm not going.

What's up with Cohen?

Not going to be excited about it, but they're pretty easygoing.

It's definitely keeping my mind off girls.

-I was just thinking the same thing. -Yeah, just 'cause, you know, it might upset the partnership and...

What, are you guys, like, cavalier and gay?

That is not true.

Yeah, well, think again.

and even though I told her, she still wants to get to know you.

Well, why don't you go find out? And then report back to me.

Why, why happened? Did he call you?

Ooh. Yeah. Shakin' in my boots, Cohen.

I swear to God, Cohen, by the time the sun goes down, if Brainstorming Boy here doesn't turn back into my boyfriend...

but I'll be back before dinner.

Jody. Jody's still here.

Brainstorming Boy. Brainstorm. .. Brainstorming Lad. Right.

Are you kidding me? She thought you and I were sleeping together when she met you at the club last week.