Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- No, you take it. - You're not really the roughing-it type.

With Lindsay and everything?

Oh, candy counter.

Look, I'm sorry. We'll get new stuff.

I was foraging. Here.

Sort of my specialty.

Well, what happens at the mall stays at the mall.

Yeah, and friends let friends read postcards.

...I'm not saying this to be mean, because you actually seem...

- Yeah, not giving up. - Yeah.

...I will drive you to the bus stop myself...

We need to go right now.

...but you are this week's yard guy...

Hate to admit it, but I really screwed up.

By "all," I mean "Ryan. "

It's cool. A little porn on a Saturday night.

Get it, girl! Get it! Get it!

As much as Marissa likes to complain, she had a very nice life, thanks to me.

You in the latrine, soldier?

- And that means "due south. " Just go. - Get-

Hey, what about Captain Oats?

- You getting it? - Talk to me, baby. Talk to me.

- This is Julie. - A pleasure to meet you both.

Marissa and Summer are heading to the mall to pick up some clothes for charity.

- Oh, I don't know if that's possible. - How would you know...

Not leave, but you know what I'm saying.

We can switch rooms. You can have mine.

...I'm trying to make it up to Kirsten.

You really want that ring, don't you?

- Oh, hey, I thought you were- - No, no, no. It's my fault. Let me-