Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, I have some options.

Be ready to fight for her.

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

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

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

- Hi, Theresa. - Hi, Marissa.

- Congratulations. - Thanks for coming.

I'll have to make a toast.

Why would Anna go to Chino?

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

I knew Uncle Shaun was a tough negotiator.

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

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

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

I do not want you involved.

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

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

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

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

Not your typical back-yard barbecue.

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

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

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

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

That's it. You're leaving.

Kirsten. Sandy.

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

We're hitchhiking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

We know she's been through enough.

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

It was messed up.