Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Supposed to be keys, I can't find them. - There's a patrol car up the street.
Honey, you're always horny.
I'm asking you to.
So I could keep my mouth shut and hope you lose...
Isn't that Greg Hodes?
- Where's your friend? - He's not my friend.
- I'm sorry, Cohen. - No, it's okay. It's for the best.
Should've told him you'd be there.
Neil, why aren't you ready for the party?
Sandy's gonna take this really hard.
You were wonderful.
- Hey, sis. - Hey.
There's a party tomorrow night at the yacht club.
...have you been drinking again?
Oh. Okay, well, then why don't I just go pick us up food...
We got the money, so forget it.
Just don't, okay?
Especially the relapse.
Then why doesn't Kirsten know?
Try not to faint.
He's involved in this business deal, and...
- Good to see you, Neil. - Sandy.
Totally. So how's your life?
...and my applause for his speech will be so tepid.
If you paid attention to anything other than that hospital...
I'm glad you did.
You're thinking about my dad?
- Is everything okay? - Yeah.
College letters, senior prom. This family's on a streak.
I look forward to tomorrow night.
I get that.
- Hey, Ryan...? - It's okay, it's okay.
Look, Marissa, this is my third strike, and I don't feel like getting kicked out.
But this could mean that maybe the dark days are over.
Even though it's addressed to Kirsten and me.
If you feel so strongly about family, how could I not wanna be part of yours?
- Ryan? - Yup?
...with the District Attorney's investigation of Dr. Griffin...
The work guy. How did that go?
I'd like to think so.
And after you left, things got interesting in the limo...