Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- What time does your cab get here? - Any minute.
I can't even imagine what it's going to be like here without him.
Take care, kid.
- As long as it keeps her distracted, right? - It's not really doing the trick anymore.
I went to the doctor's for the checkup
I can't impose. Besides, I've got this job.
- Carson. Father. - Son.
Yeah, well, that is crazy. Bye.
and if you do, don't ever have kids.
You haven't been happy.
if he wasn't my son, I'd do the same thing.
- What's with the bag? - I was... going to go to Portland,
fire up the grill, because, Ryan... I can do that.
So have you talked to Seth... or Ryan?
Haley is stuck at work, but we're happy to keep you company.
I should get to work.
The boat sank, stranded on a desert island, uh... volleyball.
I don't think you need to do anymore cardio.
Hi... Sandy Cohen.
so much smaller to me. I don't know, or perhaps...
- That was The Depression; they were looking for work. - Hobos are hot again.
My therapist said the best thing I can do to move on in my life
- He's a good kid, Sandy. A smart kid. - He's too smart.
It's still a pretty big deal, I mean, dropping out of school, moving up here?
- Ah, right. - You forgot?
What do you say, Cohen? First up, Madden Football.
- So what's the matter? What's going on? - Aside from our daughter being the spawn of Chuckie and Keith Moon.
Mom. Hmm. Blonde? Sharp, angular features? Cute little nose?
His name, it's Seth.
Oh, anything this side of motor oil. I didn't sleep at all.
- Oh, that's good. - Do you guys still talk?
Except you didn't remember.
- Yeah, what's happening? - Uh, thank you, you guys, for coming.
Get my stuff out of Theresa's and then I'm homeless again.
God, what's his face?
Honey? I've got to pick up Kaitlin from junior lifeguards.