Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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