Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Then I sailed to Santa Barbara.
Take your headphones off.
- I've got work... - Well...
Human beings have an electro-chemical currency running through us, which is affected by our emotions.
I'm leaving. Can't let Theresa do this by herself.
I have this thing about sauces. Less is more.
- Come home. - Did Ryan come back?
- Take care of yourself. - Yeah. Bye.
Well, Ryan. Sit down my son.
- No. - What?
- All right, well, I'll, uh... - You don't want the foreman to get angry.
Hello? Who is this?
Nope.
*It's easy to forget...*
- Actually, he kind of is. - You want to come?
- Do you really want to know what's on my mind? - Yes.
It's September now. I'd say two weeks. A month, tops.
And for the record, I am happy for you.
- Like what? - Provide her with some semblance of a normal family dynamic.
- I'll help... the best I can. Okay? - Thank you.
*You got me all wrong*
*You got me all wrong*
- I don't have time for your jokes. - Nor do I. I've got to be at the OC airport in half an hour.
- You sure? - Yeah.
- We don't have to hug or anything like that, right? - Nah.
When you're feeling happy or joyful,
my parents are kind of okay with this now, and so it's good because I don't have to feel guilty.
So you learned how to work a grill.
We were supposed to leave for Cardio Bar 15 minutes ago.
Hey... some would call that heaven.
Not charging it on the company card, are you?
*To tumble and fall*
Excuse Me, Your Life Is Waiting.
- He's going to come back. - By the time school starts
*You got me all wrong*