Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You both are.
And if she doesn't come back on her own...
- Did you know that? - Yeah? Bloods or Crips, Father?
- Yeah. - Oh, my... What is going on here?
Meanwhile, Ryan and I are driving around all night like idiots.
What about me? What am I supposed to do without you?
...so that's that.
- What? Summer, why didn't you tell me? - She told me not to.
He gives me four to six months, tops.
Not so terrible.
I know, she called me too.
- I'm so sorry, Coop. - It's okay. Really, we're fine.
Get your stuff and leave.
And freedom to join together to take responsibility for ourselves...
Oh, no, I can do that for you. I love a good Haggadah.
Or what? You're gonna call the police or Dr. Milano? You know what? Go ahead.
Not according to Sophie Cohen and not even Sandy Cohen.
Yeah?
- It never could've worked. - You're breaking up with me?
You and I are the only ones from the old crew left.
I've been finding homes for kids like Ryan...
They are fancy. They're 700 thread-count Pratesi sheets.
That's a good idea, except you have to ask Sandy when he's in a good mood.
- Previously on The O.C.: - How could he do it?
So do you know what happened to make the nana scary again?
Look, Hailey, we can't... We can't do this.
- I can't just leave her here. - You can't stay, either. Please.
- Marissa. - I've gotta go.
Me, on the other hand...
Me and Ryan don't have time. My nana gets into town in an hour.
"Tonight we celebrate the first night of Passover.
And there's my grandson.
- Not if you have to translate them. - GP.
...we eat either "chamitz" or "matzah." - Chametz or matzo.
You gotta be kidding me.
...for our families, for our community...