Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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