Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's all right.
I don't wanna be with my friends.
...to a super laid-back, boring-ass relationship.
- Hi. - So listen, I hate to pop in like this...
You just have to talk to her.
I just need to know if Trey's okay.
Weirdly, I'm not surprised.
- Just in the neighborhood? - Yeah, I was driving by.
But you couldn't resist getting the lowdown on your brother?
And now you're giving it back?
...who knows what could happen?
Doesn't matter. I got distracted for a few days, but I'm fine now.
Yeah. Trying to.
As you gaze into each other's eyes, do you feel stirrings?
Well, I also do breakup counseling.
I'm pretty sure I can make that happen.
I lived with him out in Vegas for a while.
Nothing the board could oust me for.
Ryan, I know you don't believe me, but I really am trying to change.
Oh, holy Kodak moment.
Hey. So I know you're painting, but it's Friday night.
- What are you so upset about, huh? - I thought I could have friends over...
Trey.
- Is that a no to the wheelbarrow? - I'll wheelbarrow you.
Do you remember when your dad and I used to buy these for you?
- Not interested. - Summer.
- Still, Matt should know better. - But he doesn't.
No, I think we're too embarrassed to face each other.
We had a very nice time.
So have you talked to him today?
...and excessive banging that I'm concerned about.
You smell good too.
As it turns out, I have recently been schooled in the art of tantric sex.
Okay. Position one.
Come on, you're up next.
So I'm sorry that I didn't take you anyplace nicer for our first date.
Yeah, just Cohen called.
Sorry.
So, Atwood, seems like you're really moving on.
- Get a room. - Hey, count your blessings.
Unless you wanna give it a try.
I thought I called winners.
Pretzels, Ding Dongs, gelled gefilte fish. Tried to mix it up.