Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- A tent? - No, I didn't.
Yeah, and I'm glad Seth suggested you for the job.
Walk away.
No problem at all.
- You found your wedding ring. - Yeah. Behind some cushions.
Where'd you find this?
...around people who fought the system, no matter the cost.
And before Alex and I had our friendly chat...
- Okay! - Go!
Bye.
- Alex was there? - Yeah. She threw a beer can at my head.
He didn't say, but I know it's because of Alex.
I really, really have fallen hard for this girl.
- It was the '80s. - That explains everything.
- Oh, a Trojan horse. - Exactly.
No. But I couldn't understand everything on the message.
You see, Oats. It's even the same on The Valley. Last year was just better.
Three-thirty? Did he say why?
It's hard to believe, but spring is here.
- That's pretty cool, huh? - Not so far.
I was concerned the water polo team wouldn't have a pep rally...
Or maybe I'll just steal. You know I'm really good at that.
Just like last year.
Well, that was a dirty trick.
- Or what? - You wanna find out?
What was I thinking making a magazine all about losers?
Now all that's left is lighting the bonfire.
Well, I'll set something up.
- You've gotta be kidding. - You know it?
That's no offer. That's extortion. She's willing to pay you $50,000...
You know what, this honor's yours.
Kirsten. Sorry, private party.
Things with Alex, not so much.
...or deeply disturbed by this visual.
Come on. Turn those shoulders.
Sandy, there's gotta be some way to stop him.
If this is a marital issue, I have to decline.
Keep your eye on that ball. Maintain the spine angle.
You know the offer. Five hundred grand makes this thing go away.
- What do you want? - My money.
Captain Oats was concerned that he be well represented.
Couple of weeks in Newport, his spirit's crushed.
We could charge him with extortion, get an injunction.
Please.
All right! Great.