Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So, let's just...
-Why do you hate me so much? -No, I don't; I'm sorry.
-Oh, well, then what was that, that kiss? -I don't know. I didn't mean for it to happen. -Really? -Yeah.
-Don't worry, Seth, it won't affect you. -He wouldn't lose the company? -No.
Seth really is changing. Would that mean you'd want to get back together with him?
-Yeah, but Zach's not Seth. -Believe me, I know.
-Well, um, I'm not here to make friends. -Yeah, well, mission accomplished.
-I just need to talk about me for, like, several more hours at least. -I thought you didn't do that anymore.
No, that was the new Seth Cohen. I'm back, Ryan. Cohen Classic, red, white, and me, come on.
-What do you want? -Tickets for Friday's show. -Sold out. Sorry.
Hi, excuse me. Uh, we're here about tickets.
I'm so tired right now. I-I didn't even sleep at all.
-It's the new me, Ryan. World, wrap your head around the new Seth Cohen. -You're talking about yourself in the third person
-So, you're doing all this for Summer? -Yeah, for her friendship.
-Your, uh, penmanship, however... -Hey, what's wrong with my penmanship?
Julie's waiting in the car. You and I are gonna talk later. Yes?
I know that there's a lot of uncertainty in our lives right now,
No. Mom!
Accusing you of making everything about you.
No, no, no. Stay. Um, actually, we were just talking, and um...
-So, um... I appreciate what you're trying to do with the... -Okay, I'm reading here. -Oh, uh, take your time.
Face it, Caleb, it's time to get your Martha Stewart on.
Uh, less selfish. More selfless, less take, more give.
Back to the gulag.
Maybe if I'd played her hot and cold, right, mess with her mind a little bit, then I don't know. I think it potentially could
-Yeah, the kind of guy parents love. -Hey, did I tell you how stoked my dad is that I'm dating a congressman's son?
Right. Grandpa. To tell you the truth, I haven't even like... um...