Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-I'll call in and check up on you. -I may not pick up, you know? I'll just be sleeping.
And you would be, too, if it weren't for Sandy.
I-I just thought that if she'd get in touch with anybody, Sandy, it'd be you.
-Cohen's going to do his own comic. -He is?
Who's missing?
Maybe you're right, and therefore I won't show him.
Zach?
Really? Kirsten is?
Hey. I-I'm sorry to be harassing you, but, you know, time's of the, uh...
The dishes?
Rebecca.
-Sure you don't want a beer? -We have to drive back.
At least now you can get back to your life, right?
What is she doing here?
He's sick. He's looking for her.
I understand.
What about her?
-West Nile or something. -All right. I'll be in my office all day if you need me.
What was that about?
It's not fine.
What if your suspicions are right? One way or another, she's gone.
We're just gonna get what we came for and then get the hell out of here, all right?
It's a guesthouse, close to the beach.
Nothing. Get out of here, Caleb.
-This is my house, my home. -Fine. You know what then, we'll leave.
Do you need a ride to school?
Yeah, I got nothing.
-No, my-my wife will understand. -Will she?
-I wish I could do that. -Piss your parents off bad enough.
-But my friends are my family, you know? -I do.
Well, if it isn't the three amigos.
-I hadn't even thought of that. -Sandy, this is a surf shack, not a law office.
Or what? You're not my father, Cal.
well, I mean, aren't they?
and, um, that was it.