Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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