Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't be jealous of your sister. I love both my daughters equally.

- The other night, Marissa, was... - It's okay. Really.

Okay, what I can do, then, is call you from every hole. Cool?

- When you didn't pick up the phone, l... - I was in the shower. Sorry about that.

Hi. Marissa Cooper for Oliver Trask, please.

Me and Luke. God, it should be all-time.

With ocean views. Here, take another shot.

Okay. I think we've torn up the course long enough.

See you back at the house, okay?

Two more martinis, please.

Do you know how tall they were? Three apples.

Not quite that close together, but that's okay.

- But if that's true... - What?

What the hell did you say to Dad? I know you're behind this.

I always wanted to be left fielder for the New York Yankees.

- You can't leave. - Well, I can't stay.

That was a while ago.

For a beautiful girl, that is one ugly swing.

Hopefully it won't be too uncomfortable.

Step on it. Come on.

Don't suppose you were using creative visualization?

- What is it you used to want to be? - A pilot.

- Previously on The O.C.: - Looks like I'm dateless.

All right, knees bent. Not quite that much.

Look at it, all it needs is just a little facelift.

- Too bad. - I could hurt that guy.

- She's high? - No, her spirits. Her mood. She's up.

I really appreciate you being so cool about Marissa and I being friends.

You know, he was just playing.

I'm over it. Moving on. Ready for my next victim.

Well, I'm guessing that this means that Hailey will be on the way out.