Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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