Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well-adjusted. Considering.

All right. And so it begins. Guess I'm just gonna have to get used to this.

Hey. Good tip, Bagger Vance.

And they can't serve an Egg McMuffin past 10:30 a.m.

Look out! Ryan, stop, stop!

- Sounds so good. - Why can't they serve those all day?

- He's very good with the ladies. - Very good with the ladies.

- He's right here holding a golf club. - Yeah, but you don't know how to use it.

Got to follow that, huh?

I can't afford to support the both of us much longer.

There's my cab.

Sorry to just pop in.

...is a weekend alone without our parents.

- He's not back yet? - No. And he still hasn't called.

I'll tell you, your buddy Jimmy Cooper, man, he needs some help.

Am I trying too hard with him? All I want is to be friends.

Oliver and Natalie. They made up.

- It'll make our room a tropical paradise. - It will.

They arrive from Paris this afternoon.

He called Mr. Cohen.

...that actually loves a good early-bird special...

What exactly do you do, besides musicals and punching people?

Come on, they're gaining on us.

Totally. Like, what technological innovation is preventing that?

And they were so supportive.

She's dying to meet both of you guys.

And I wanna make this right. Get this thing straight, so we can be friends.

Hope you guys weren't talking about me when I was gone.

The most enjoyable job I ever had, actually, was working here.

- Or maybe we could all go together? - No, you guys go. I'll see you down there.

What I really wanna do is not be 40 years old, divorced, with two kids...

I mean, last time she was gone for two years. This time it could be three.

Which is why I'm not going to Palm Springs.

But, if they're anywhere near as cool as Oliver...

Maybe I could throw them up.