Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...you've done more than enough. I can take care of myself.

...and Sandy Cohen is putting them in my back yard.

I didn't know what I was doing when I married your dad.

Hey. I thought you were setting up at...

Actually, I was thinking. You just got here, you have nowhere to stay.

Hey, when do these vultures land?

Marissa, you've got company.

- How about talking to me? - He'll get over it.

So business is good?

- I'd love to talk to you. - I can't talk.

He laid his hands on me and Ryan too many times.

You ain't now, but you will be.

Just call me when you know.

Which means, pending your probation hearing, you'll be out, no problem.

A hundred thousand dollars.

- I have half a mind to call and tell her... - Leave Kirsten alone.

What exactly happened that night with Marissa before Luke showed up?

- I wouldn't really call it a handout. - Oh, really? What would you call it?

Are you holding up okay? That poor boy.

I tried to explain it to Seth once, and he fell asleep halfway through.

It was his tone.

- I'm not going anywhere. - Seth.

No. No, you're not. No way.

Where are you going?

What was I supposed to do?

I came for you.

She chose you. You're the one she wants.

In the morning I'll take him to Child Services.

- With all those women there? - Sure. They'll love him.

Can I try this on?

You're lucky you're only grounded.

...wanted to talk. So call me.

I'll kill you, punk!

As long as you here, you best watch out for me, man.

Let's just go slow, huh?