Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I left her in your care for one weekend and look what happened.
- Ryan's gonna stay with us now. - That's awesome.
And you can't be late for your meeting with the dean.
Okay, guys. Can you get us in the psych ward or not?
What did you get?
And so are my stepmom's painkillers.
I know Emma got her heart, like, totally broken...
Look, we're not gonna hear from the hospital for a while.
We went by this morning, but she was sleeping.
- Yeah, that's what you said in Mexico. - That was a mistake.
Hey. What's going on?
...but why'd she have to go and eat arsenic?
Does your mother know about this?
Summer, hey.
Unless you plan on going to Newport Union...
My throat hurts.
...that I'm troubled, right?
- Are you her doctor? - Therapist. We're on our way to see her...
- It's okay, you can tell me. - No, really, I can't.
Hey!
- After everything he's done to you. - He didn't.
Julie's just been through every parent's nightmare.
Okay. All right.
Well, if I've learned anything today...
He's taking an exam. What's wrong with me, not radical enough?
- I've never heard you talk so much. - I like to save it for when it counts.
Watch it.
That's because they had to pump your stomach, honey.
...and suddenly it's like Summer and I, we just didn't happen.
Ryan, don't be nervous. You're gonna do great.
We're back in school now, old rules apply.
It's hard enough, this forcing us to be in the same room together.
- We need Ryan. - Yeah.
...who's committed and passionate and...
Why do you think she took all those pills?
You're the one who destroyed this family.
If you graduate from here, you can get into any college in the UC system.
- You're getting a divorce. - I'm so sorry, kiddo.
You think I was happy?
Hey, Madame Bovary.
- Yeah, but I'm gonna fail. - You're not gonna fail. You have to get in.
Bye, Summer.
She just escaped from a psych ward in a candy striper outfit.
I don't know. With my mom...
- Daddy! - Put your personal feelings for him aside.
Mr. Cohen, I told Ryan that if he ever pulls a stunt like that again...
...you'd lose a year, not to mention self-confidence.
Why don't we step into my office.