Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I know. College applications have been sent off.

I know someone who'd be right for the job.

Surrender much? I bet Napoleon never talked like this.

- I've argued before him many times. - And that's a good thing, right?

Well, that's nonsense. Every girl needs her mom.

The guy's future's trashed. He's lost everything.

I cannot believe it is our last semester of high school.

Say what you want about Taylor, the girl's connected.

The private detective tracked him down to Los Angeles. He's safe.

- Your Honor. - This isn't a courtroom, Mr. Cohen.

Just been laying low since the operation. Started physical therapy.

It's just that PacWest is announcing Johnny...

Great. Could we meet with them?

I got an alternate spot.

Okay. All right. But we don't tell Marissa until we have a plan.

Previously on The O.C.:

Well, we're meeting here before going to the school tonight.

...or something, why not Taylor's mom?

...thought I'd talk with Summer.

- What a nice surprise. - Yes. Yes, it is.

Time heals all wounds?

- I will. - Okay.

You and I will take on prong two: Grassroots movement.

It turns out one of their guys failed the drug test.

There will be four very disappointed kids if I make a wrong move.

It's a party, actually.

- We really are. - Guys, I don't think I can go.

I was signing a new client at the deli and I picked you up a turkey pastrami on rye.

Judge Mercer. Sandy Cohen.

- I guess that means no button guy. - Oh, Seth.

You are either with me, or against me.

...we could go over the plan at 0800?

- Neil. - Julie.

I'm sorry, man.

No, Gloria called. She wants her things sent to her sister's in Napa.

You're Demi, naturally, and Taylor is the leather-faced guy who talks to horses.

- Yeah. - Thanks for stopping by.

You need to get your ass back into gear, and start handing out some buttons.