Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, that's nice. I mean, she really deserves the award. Good kid.
- So, what are you gonna do? - I need to call Eddie.
Hey, should I put another piece of swordfish on for Theresa? Or Marissa?
Okay. I'll see you guys later.
Commute back and forth from Chino?
- You look good. - I'm Marissa's mother. You're a student.
Oh, that's gonna be quite a shiner. But, hey, they look good on you.
Is all this talk of Newport and plastic surgery boring you, Anna?
And Kirsten? She's complicit in this.
- What's up? - I thought maybe you'd need a ride...
- What? Who talks like that? - What is up with this a.c.?
- He's not my client. - That's not what he said.
Yeah? Thanks.
- It will be okay. - Okay.
- We should talk. - I have news.
Okay, here, look. Right there.
- What plan? - Yeah, exactly.
Hi, Luke. What's going on?
- Yeah, we know. It was awkward. - Is Theresa staying?
But, hey, she dated Luke for years. You can't always trust her judgment.
- I know that. - But this is my mistake, not yours.
I'll take them. It's on my way to the office.
- Confusing? - "Confusing"?
It's totally misguided, but it's kind of charming.
Diane Kahn totally had chin implants.
- Yeah. Looks that way. - I thought she was going home.
- Is he going to jail? - Not if Sandy can help it.
I'm leaving because I need to leave.
- Yeah. Sure. Why wouldn't it be? - Okay.
It's just the first time he's got caught.
- Morning, beautiful. - Good morning.
Then he would have no reason to talk.
...containing information valuable to Caleb.
- I was gonna go pick up Theresa, so... - Done and done.
My Jewfro is frizzing out. I look like Screech.
It's supposed to say everything that I couldn't say.