Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's not a typo. I need 10,000 cinnamon hearts.

- Thanks for coming by. - No, I'm glad you called.

Well, I don't see that knife anywhere. I suppose I should be going.

But I've liked Matt since college.

...after a certain OD in TJ.

- How are you holding up? - I'm okay.

They're playing Death Cab on The Valley?

- Or if it was more than that. - She says it wasn't.

...if I would make something for you for Valentine's Day.

This is the first one where Marissa and I are actually together.

- And here I thought you never noticed. - All right, well, I should get home.

Maya, I'm sorry.

I got it, it's cool.

Ignore her. She was out of her mind with exhaustion and grief.

But I really need some time.

I'll drive under the speed limit, make sure she buckles her seatbelt.

But why's she making a big deal? Not like it's the first time.

Hey, Kait, I think there's something in your eye.

I don't think she's lying to me...

It doesn't need a lawyer...

I was thinking about leaving.

Hey, I wasn't expecting you.

Oh, she's a good soul.

- So you and Summer good? - We will be.

- Hey, let me give you a hand. - No, I got it, thanks.

- So you visiting? - Yeah. From Ashland, Oregon.

A couple of years ago, I spent a summer in Newport...

Do you think you could call Maya? I mean, with a few caveats.

- Trouble at home? - Shockingly, no.

Nothing red, see-through, or remotely edible.

- Hungry? - Come on. Everyone needs to eat.

I'm not gonna make out with you, Chili.

- This is a fantasy I'm not aware of. - I didn't buy that.

Very nice to meet you. You have a lovely daughter.

Women's underwear has gotten very complicated.

...but if he were here, he'd be the first to take responsibility.