Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I've been thinking.
Well, have you told the future Mrs. Nichol about your financial situation?
Nothing's perfect.
- Dad. - Well...
...an apartment up in the numbered streets.
Now look at us. Best friends. Brothers, even.
You don't get it. Before he got here...
Nothing.
...I may be uninvited to the wedding.
You know...
Hey, are you okay?
- Hey. - Hey.
What the hell am I supposed to do?
Sorry.
Everyone there seems really nice.
And it might not be Eddie's.
It's ironic.
We're a little understaffed.
...makes the most sense.
- I'm freaking out, Cohen. - You're freaking out?
But...
She's probably not even pregnant.
No. No, I am. It's complicated.
Catch fresh fish right off the side of the boat.
I can't let Theresa do this by herself.
Well...
If there was something I could do, I would.
It's not bad enough she has to live with Lucifer and Julie?
Well, that's too bad...
We haven't really talked about it.
- Previously on The O.C.: - Are we doing this?
Bullet.
But there's a chance that it could be yours?
I talked to my mom.
No, I can't.
- Just forget it. It just figures... - Sorry, man.
Make you what? Go back to life as a stripper or a coke whore?
Not as well as I know what she's going through.
Pudding. Pudding.