Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Try and straighten everything out.
Is that a V or a Q?
- Luke. What are you doing here? - We're talking, Mom.
Like my own son. You're in high school, she should be...
- Hi. - Theresa. Hey.
We're taking what we think he has to say very seriously.
And, yeah, he sent extra-nice Christmas presents to certain Teamsters.
- Hi. - Hey. Is it a good morning?
Make sure that there's no cilantro for the Man of the Year.
...you're both in way over your heads. She's got no real job, no place to live.
He's drunk most of the time. You can't take anything he says very seriously.
I promise you, I'd rather send you to jail than get into bed with your father.
- Hey, Anna. Theresa. - Nice to meet you.
Go get ready. Daddy's coming to take you to dinner.
I hear there are a few people who don't.
Cool.
It's not like we haven't before.
Kiki, thanks for meeting me.
Yes, Mr. McKuin, I'm fully aware. We do what we must.
- Congrats on your award. - Means nothing.
I won't be hearing it much longer. I'm leaving.
- We gotta talk. - So no foot massage?
No, don't touch me. After all I did for you growing up.
You love me. I read it. And I get it. Okay?
I'm thinking about it.
So I'll see you soon?
Hey.
- Oh, yeah. Great. - Yeah.
Hey, I heard there was a rumble in the bedroom. I'm gonna go break it up.
Was it like a Christina-Madonna peck?
Previously on The O.C.:
You've got that '73 Dom in your wine cellar, yes?
And the Jimmy Stewart Museum. And Peanut Butter Cup Pie at Dingbats.
- Eddie. - I'm looking for Theresa.
- You should go. He needs you. - Thank you very much.
- Me. - Sorry. Just thinking about Theresa.
To deserve it.
...it's gonna be me.
- Is everything okay? - Why don't you have a seat.
- What you gonna do? - I'm this way for a reason.
- You getting dessert? - No. I'm going back to Pittsburgh.