Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Zach, hey, are you leaving? - Yeah.
Gg Hh
Carter's just getting back into it.
- What the hell is that? - It's a gun, genius.
Oh, well, thank you, Kirsten.
- What's going on? - Nothing.
I read the profile on Nick Morton. Way to scare him.
Erin's an orthopedist in town, and an excellent surfer.
So, what's a car thief doing at a Newport rager?
- Jules. How the hell did you find me? - Well, it was easy, Lance.
You can tell her we'll be talking about the case.
You didn't do anything wrong. I...
having to move in or helping him find a job, or anything.
- Hey, check out Zach and that hottie. - Hey. That's, um...
Just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song
- Four. - Me, too.
Don't keep Sandy waiting.
I think I see somebody doing magic by the pool. Let's go check that out.
- He plays water polo, too. - Are you talking to me, geek?
I want to know everything.
I'll, uh... I'll drop you by your place on my way to work.
Man, you were years ahead of everyone else.
You know, you think maybe it's time to forgive him for the whole yard sale thing?
So what's going on? You hungry, you want something to drink?
We were actually thinking of expanding the Ironist's role a little bit. Uh...
- You went and accused him. - Pretty much.
- Do you live here? - No. Uh, my name's Sandy Cohen.
- Well, what are we supposed to do? - I thought I'd talk to Sandy.
Why are you doing all this?
- Carter wrote that. - And now we're being sued.
You know, he's a little rusty, but he's definitely got some skills.
Cohen learned how to use the grill this summer. It's a major life achievement.
No, no, that's okay. Um, I should get going, but I'll see you later.
Someone's got to be responsible.
- Nice to meet you. - You, too.
Oh, okay. Well, uh, when you're done with him, will you meet me at Marissa's?
That's right. I grilled some corn. I grilled some veggies.