Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Not your typical back-yard barbecue.

- Congratulations. - Thanks for coming.

But I don't want you to leave. Okay? None of us do.

Oh, it's okay, sweetie. It's not your fault.

And I'm not self-absorbed, right, Ryan? Me. Me.

Kirsten. Sandy.

You shouldn't do this. You're sleeping there? That's serious.

You do something like this, there's no going back.

Last week, you're on a coffee cart declaring your eternal love for me.

Well, I just finished school for the day, you know, which is always a good thing.

- Then just tell her. - Just tell her, huh?

- Oh, did they? - Yeah. Yeah, they did.

I don't think she has clothes, a dress, for it.

Well, I have some options.

We know she's been through enough.

You gonna take the 55 to the 5? Or the 91 to the 71? If you take the 71...

I knew Uncle Shaun was a tough negotiator.

I am not one of these Newport chicks that needs a trust fund to survive.

I'll have to make a toast.

Shut the hell up. I don't need you to take care of me.

And I told him I'm not coming home anytime soon.

I do not want you involved.

- Hi, Theresa. - Hi, Marissa.

We're hitchhiking.

- Get up. - Eddie. Eddie, what's going on?

- Your parents say anything? - No, I covered for you.

...with my aunt and uncle. I've just kind of had enough of Newport...

It used to be, Sandy Cohen's moral compass wouldn't point him anywhere...

Why would Anna go to Chino?

- Of course, Dad. - Good. I love the white lights.

- I don't want you to go. - Why don't I want to go?

But who knows? Maybe one day, we'll be perfect for each other.

- He's Man of the Year. - I meant the case.

I told Eddie that I can't marry him right now.

That's it. You're leaving.

Be ready to fight for her.

I just came to say goodbye. My plane's leaving soon.

It was messed up.