Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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