Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The boys and I are crashing his bachelor party. You want to come?
Hey, how you doing there, buddy?
- Yeah, me too. - Not that I have any affection for you.
I'm so sorry. I should go.
- What do you have to lose? - Just $ 1000 in bar mitzvah bonds.
- Are you serious? - Yeah. Call them.
That's a card game, not hooker talk.
Cash, check or charge?
It's very impressive.
Let me ask you something. Do you find it odd that after your father...
Okay. Thanks.
- Do you not want to talk about this? - I've been going crazy keeping it to myself.
It's not exactly legal, but...
I'll buy him his first lap dance.
- Hi. - You told my dad?
I have to get to work.
shut up and take my money
Could you hold on one second? It's Summer.
The pool at the Four Seasons Hotel where everybody gets married?
Previously on The O.C.:
English major. With a weakness for fake beaches.
So why am I getting her a stripper?
- Theresa's not your responsibility. - Not yours either, yet here we are.
Seeing as how, last time I checked, we're still boyfriend and girlfriend.
Well, I've got about...
Although they do have Celine Dion.
- He's up to something. - I don't care. $2.5 million.
Excuse me. Would you mind if I kissed you?
May I give you gentlemen a tour?
I'm on my cell.
- But thank you for stopping by. - Absolutely.
Yeah, it's Europe.
- Or the Stud Farm. - You've done research.
Two thousand dollars, huh?
Hey, I have to kiss you again.
What?
You still haven't told him?
Pocket aces.
...that was nothing.