Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Hey, Summer. - What did I say about talking to me?

One, two, three. Smile, please.

Look, I hope you didn't not go because of last night or...

I mean, I just figured she's new and you're new, so...

Would you just keep it down?

I don't have a date to the cotillion.

This entire community wrote him blank checks. You gave him 100 grand.

You're a really good barbecue-tionist.

I want my money back, you hear me?

See you at home.

Oh, well, actually, Summer, Ryan's already been promised to someone else.

Don't do anything until I talk to him, okay?

You're saying I'm making my debut into society with Newport's most wanted?

Mom, don't say "underpants."

- Even if I do this? - Luke!

I'm... I'm so sorry.

I asked you a question. Where's my money?

The check that you guys gave Jimmy. We needed that 100 grand.

Actually, at this point, that would be you.

That means Marissa probably already has some sad, Ionely girl...

No, too late. You missed your shot.

- How much money did you lose? - Look...

He was trying to provide for his family.

Yeah, okay. Except that you are.

Tell Greg Daddy will see him at the cotillion. Right, Jimmy?

I... I can't say no to my family. I'll pay everything back.

I don't trust anybody else. Not around you.

...get out of here. - Thanks.

You sure you want to be seen with me?

Could you even pretend to be a little bit stoked?

I mean, whatever you think about the whole superhero movie genre...

Yeah, me neither.

Dancing? You didn't tell me there was dancing.

Well, now that you've moved in, I see you're making yourself right at home.

Nothing. Let's go, Ryan. Come on, buddy.

- Okay. - Every girl needs a white knight.