Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You can't be. You have to drive.
So unless you've got another suspect for me, there's not going to be a deal.
- Wait, you're staying with us again? - I... am in Sandy's custody.
- We need to have a very serious discussion. - About what?
I'm sorry. But I could offer you a guest suite if you'd like to stay here tonight.
Are you sure you don't want to shower or something?
- Definitely. - Water Polo is throwing a party. We can meet up there.
Hurry up, sweetie. You're going to be late for school.
Personal sacrifices I have to make in order to keep a roof over our heads are nobody's business but my own.
It's the only way he could get the judge not to lock me up.
Windy Roads? No Way. You Drive.
Could you uh, possibly find a driver for us tonight?
- Thanks for doing this, Tom. - Thanks for ambushing me.
- So, you want to go sit down? - Can't, looking for a friend.
Sandy Cohen. Why do I know that name?
Oh, I lost track of time. You guys ready for dinner?
- Hey, guys, come in. - Hey.
- What did he say? - We're on.
And there he is.
Excuse me? It's okay. It'll be all right.
Oh, hey, honey. How did it go with Trey?
Okay, really gross.
We've waited a really long time for this.
Come on! We're going to the board room.
Yeah. Okay. I get to be Richard Grieco.
and the bag of ecstasy matching her tox screen recovered at the scene.
You know, if a cab ride home didn't cost $300, I would so be out of here.
Summer's gonna kill me. I say we walk right now.
Not supposed to be.
I need your help. I have a little... quagmire to... un-quag...
- Shall we drink to its demise? - It defeats the purpose of sobering up, doesn't it?
Well, I guess I'll tell Carter that we can't go to Santa Barbara, then.
Isn't this place, like, so visual?
A chance to party with the legendary Marissa Cooper?
Lawyers.
- What are you doing? - I'm writing you a check.
- No, we're... - We're helping Trey.
How many men you know have been married for 20 years?