Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mr. Cohen, Kurt Williams. It's nice to meet you.

Why don't you go back to sleep. I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?

I think some drinks are in order.

Well, I'm still dealing with all of this stuff with Trey.

All right, I'm freaking out right now. I'm using a pay phone...

I'm doing the right thing, closing down the Newport Group.

I'm gonna go get myself a refill.

...so you don't spend Saturday night alone?

Well, actually, I told myself I'd wait a while before I jumped back into all that.

Oh, why am I getting your voicemail?

After your father died, I shut down my law practice...

Casey's on her way.

...and an open mind.

They should keep us psyched into the wee hours.

Wouldn't wanna be you.

Lock-in's mandatory, counts as a class.

Johnny, I'm sorry.

Sorry, can't let you do that. I waited up till like a million o'clock.

Your work and mine.

- You want some more of that? - Back off!

- Taylor. - Okay, I'll put them up.

...everyone to my right, you're the red team.

Does that mean you stay up and party before you surf?

What are you going to do?

This is Seth, it's 2005, you know how these things work.

- Berkeley? - I got my MBA in one year at Kellogg.

...and tell them something about ourselves...

- Hello. - Hey, Ryan, where are you?

- What? - You heard me.

He doesn't like me. We just have stuff in common.

- I'm so faded. - Pass that herb, yo.

- There you are. - Yeah, I just needed a little disco nap.

- I know the signs. - Summer, I would never cheat on Ryan.

She's not studying.

You little bitch! You want more?

I just wish that Ryan knew that that was all he had to say.

I'm off to the club. If you need me, I'll be on my cell.

Don't listen to anything that he says. We think he was dropped on his head.

You know, at first I thought you were just a sweaty sleeper.

Not because you're freaked out about Johnny?

Okay, well, maybe we'll just work up to trust falls.

- That's me. - It means, after the flattest season ever...

- I tried the other night. - At 4 in the morning.

Who the hell are you?

- Hi, can we have three coffees, please? - Sure.

I forgot to do something.

I could just see where all this was headed.

- Are you okay with that? - With what?

...which is a violation of my civil liberties.