Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I, uh, peeled your orange for you.
- Jimbo, how goes it? - It goes fantastic.
Look, you're getting what you wanted I'm moving in with you.
- Hey, I'm sorry I missed that. - Hey, what happened to you last night?
This guy must have been 300 pounds and he wanted to drop his ski.
I have had enough of your hippie-parenting, psycho-babble.
- You're not part of their family? - Not anymore.
It's just a checkup, you know?
You've got to admit, it sounds kind of strange.
My mom gave it to me. It's my getaway car.
My neighbors have started to refer to my home as The Man Hole.
- Too, uh, Village People? - Exactly.
- Seth Ezekiel. - Okay, using the dreaded middle name is not the best way to forge a bond.
I think that maybe we should see this as a sign
How's that two-for-one special on brooding young men?
Uh, okay, you'll really like this one.
- Six weeks. - Well, in the meantime...
- So you gonna go to Portland? - No, I can't.
Hey, Cal. Always a pleasure, although, if I may, why we meeting in a parking garage?
and, this is the teenage version of that.
- You're killing your mother and she is killing me.
No, no, it'll only make things worse.
You can't spend my entire life telling me everything that's wrong with Newport,
I'm never coming back to O.C. Now, if you and Dad want to move to, I don't know,
See? A kid doesn't need to be in Portland to be distant.
- I can't push you to come back. - So you're letting me stay?
Hey. So, we should probably leave in a half hour.
Well, at least I know you're safe here. It's better than dragging you home
- Dude, when are you going to give up the sports games? - Why would I do that?
or they're building one hell of a case.
I'm just trying to figure out the best way for him to realize that.
- I don't work Saturdays. - No, my doctor's appointment.
It's nothing. It's my blood-thinning medication. Sometimes it makes me feel...
- What about you, man? - Just keep teaching sailing, hang with Luke.
Good luck.
and I have to use a lot of descriptive insults to give voice to my inner pain.
Ah, not quite yet. I just signed up to teach more sailing lessons through September.
When you're 18 and you've saved up enough money, you can move
For the record, I don't believe you, but for Marissa's sake, I'll pretend to.