Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Because somebody promised her the best date ever.

Great, then you can walk me too.

- Chilling. - All right.

You...? You what now?

The fact is, yes, I admit it. I occasionally talk about Summer.

...when a girl needs her boyfriend the most.

We don't. We talk about all sorts of things. Music, sailing.

I'm taking you down.

- You must hate Newport. - I did. At first.

We won the raffle. A romantic getaway for two.

It took the state five years to purchase the Balboa Wetlands.

- I'm here. - We're leaving.

- Who's this little firecracker? - It's my date.

I wasn't going to, but it's time I stopped dwelling on my own problems...

- Those earrings are hypnotizing me. - They're making me seasick.

- How about 8? - Eight?

A Paul Frank sale is more important than the fall of the Ming Dynasty.

And what about dad?

- You're going to that? - We both are.

I spoke to Summer, okay? And I asked her...

Let's give him a big hand.

I'm powerless before dumplings.

But I wore a jacket.

I don't think the pencil-thin mustache is gonna make a comeback.

- Anna's cool. - She's a little scammer.

I can't like Seth Cohen. He's, like, Seth Cohen.

No, not girlfriends, just girls that, you know...

At this point, we go to the state for Proposition 50 funds...

I know it's gonna take some time, and I'm gonna need your help.

I wanna live with Dad. At least for now.

In fact, I'm going with him. Chip!

Is Rachel's boyfriend as understanding as I am?

- Yo. - What up, homes?