Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...this suspicion and paranoia about me and my co-worker...

...I was lost, and Kirsten...

No, I think that'd be the worst thing you could do. I mean...

Will you tell Summer about this?

Or you could go to school, face Summer and Anna and apologize.

Ryan, you can tell me.

You know, or not.

- Do you not want to go to school? - No, Dad. I want to go to school. Okay?

Kittens prefer cream or fish, generally speaking.

- I'd ask you if everything's okay... - It's not.

Some Scotch? Xanax?

And who knows...

Maybe you deserve to go to jail.

Don't worry. All you have to remember is:

...I meant it, so, good.

Know what I like about rich kids?

- Cohen. - Right. Stupid, I know.

Yeah, well, I'm sure everyone will be so accepting...

How'd it go last night? You didn't call me, so...

Enjoy it, boys, because knowing the two of you...

Right. Because you couldn't be interested in someone...

...each one tailored to the specific wrongs visited upon the specific person.

Yeah, well, when I even mentioned...

- I'm just worried about infecting others. - You're right.

Hey, it's not gonna be that bad. Who knows, you might end up being friends.

- What are you guys gonna talk about? - I can only think of one thing.