Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My Rapid Palate Expander's killing me.
A lot of Old Testament to cover.
She R.S. V.P. 'd.
Yeah, well, nothing happened. I promise. We were just talking.
- Hey, what are you doing? - Solitaire.
Yeah, we have fun with it.
Who here is familiar with the story of Hanukkah?
No need to thank me. I know how unnerving a remodel can be.
I'm head of Plastic Surgery and I'm on the board.
That's tough talk from a guy who eats a lot of bagels.
Our bar-mitzvah boy is here. Ryan Atwood.
Friends?
Coop, let's look over here.
Take your time.
And the hospital, they're all excited about it.
I'm great.
And, Ryan, our orthodontist has offered to take your braces off for the big day.
And Ryan gets the money from the bar mitzvah?
Well, I haven't heard you use that one before.
- Everything cool with you and Marissa? - Yep, we had a really good talk.
Baseball season ended months ago, Seth.
Yeah, can I help?
Seth Cohen. Hello.
...and, well, that's really what we're here to celebrate.
Apparently, my mom's insurance doesn't cover it, so...
...but other than that... - What were you doing last night?
Wait, wasn't that Luke's birthday?
A long time ago, Mom's team allowed Christmas to be about reindeers...
Yes, well. It's called a bar mitz-vahkkah.
Okay. All right. But now's not the time to be proud.
Did you, now?
You would have to kill me first. Hey.
- The kids are not back yet with the tree? - Oh, not yet. Seth said they'll be a while.
...and handing over cash, we're in.
You said if anyone would understand, it'd be me. Well, you're right.
We played paintball. That was so much fun.
Best Chrismukkah ever.
I'm good, Kirsten. Busy.
- It's just a tree. - Okay.
...to some other engagement.
...none of whom swung by Temple Beth-El that day.
You don't want help, or you don't want help from me?
Truth is, I'm looking down the barrel of divorce two.
- I know that relaxes you. - What?
Was the greatest trip of my life. Now it's the most depressing.
I'm beyond awful.