Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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