Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You trusted us. We lied to you. There's no excuse.
- So you're gonna need some space. - I'm gonna need some space.
...I would not have planned a celebration only worthy of a 20th.
No. Come on, honey. Come on.
You were doing chin-ups on the windowsill, right?
And if we can't trust you, you'll have to stay with your grandfather...
- Yeah? You wanna go first? - No.
I never wanted to upset you.
You're such a convincing hardass. But deep down you're such a softy.
Baby, I'm gone.
- I'll find out what's really going on. - I found out enough last night.
Oh, my God.
Just not in my bed. But I did bring my favorite pillow.
Well, maybe my magic hands can be of service.
I'm not nervous, so you're not nervous, right?
- How's your turbot? - Fine.
You can't rush it. You have to wait till you're ready.
I've never listened to my own parents. I feel compelled to listen to yours.
So now for the evening's main attraction.
Maybe we should order
He's good. Tag in.
One of which happens to be my sister.
- Are you trying to impress me? - What?
- Why? Is she handicapped or something? - No. She's just...
You know where the bathrooms are.
Well, at least she knows, right?
...I want to thank Alex.
It's a matter of time before Kirsten catches on.
So you took the money.
This isn't about your mom. You can't blame her for everything.
Objects in motion stay in motion. Yeah.
You're unbelievable.
You don't wanna stick around for a little home schooling?
We are far from the perfect family, and I see no point in lying about it publicly.
Very impressive.
Fear of God, honey. You'll see.
There she is.
- Okay, what are you doing? - I'm informing myself, Coop.
Before I came here, I talked to Kirsten, and she asked me without asking me...
Because then I have some.
All right, it was gonna be a surprise...
...but more than anything, you two should be friends.
Needless to say, my allowance has been impacted.
" The Economist"? " The Nation"? " The New Republic"?
...and I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry.
You got it, Sandy.
He got held up in D.C. on some assault weapons ban.
So shall I schedule a couple's massage?
Hey, there's no bar nuts.
I'm Seth's dad.
I'm sorry.
I could still come over tonight and say we're going to study.
- Then I can't give you any money. - For the love of God.
But that doesn't change anything.
- ... I'm not expecting any miracles. - What's this, a warning?
You picked this very important meeting at the pier, so you get the honors.