Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hence my foray into plumbing.

Well, I mean, separating your whites? Who knew?

- What the hell are you doing here? - That's no way to greet your first love.

Must you tell me? Isn't there anyone else you can tell?

You were looking for my ring?

Relax, you're talking to a master here.

- I have two daughters now. - I know.

Sorry I missed your call. I just brought some laundry over to my mom's place.

- Maybe those nice little sausage patties. - Seth, shut up!

I won that ring from the Cliff House Arcade in San Francisco.

Look, I know you're bummed that Lindsay left, but you can't live like this.

Yeah, because we're trapped. So let's-

...Marissa's latest drama, a weapon of torture to inflict against me.

- Get that over there. - Hey, Summer, stop it.

All right, well, I'm just gonna leave.

So how are you?

- It's kosher. - It's only 3600 calories.

Well, there's nothing like a good cry to release the tension.

That's a strong statement, taking off your wedding ring.

Look, I don't know you, and I'm not going to lie to you.

Crackers, Brie, raspberry preserves.

I'm sure it's not lost.

If you wanna talk, I'll listen.

Julie Cooper. Or is it Nichol now?

Can you tell my dad I'm sleeping at Marissa's?

Well, I ran into Summer.

...make something up.

I'll take pants. You take sweaters.