Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm probably just gonna riff.
No matter what happens with Theresa.
It's complicated.
When I was little, my sister and I used to always watch The Sound of Music.
What the hell are you doing here?
Totally.
Well...
So now I trust you will show yourself off campus.
Ryan, I thought you weren't getting home till tomorrow.
On my way to the airport I'll stop and get some kind of angry-Iooking piercing.
Maybe some people just get lost.
Phoenix is now boarding.
Hey.
I got one roommate from Bangladesh.
It's funny, in a way I was kind of expecting it.
I don't get it. You throw parties for the dating service.
...and the brains behind the organization, my lovely wife, Kirsten Cohen.
I'm too afraid to turn around.
Yeah, Kirsten, I do.
He can network with the doctors, and she can "wingwoman."
Hey. You did this.
Realized I had to figure out what I wanted from college.
She did have a baby.
- Tell her I say hi. - I will.
You? Please. You're like the model freshman.
I guess everything happened.
I wanna explain to you about everything.
That's weird. Man lives for the airport sendoff.
They've not perfected chin implants in Pittsburgh.
- That'll do it. - Yeah.
- Hey, Seth. - Hey, man, how's Berkeley?
No plans? Good. You're going to Neil's dinner with doctors.
But I'm just not ready to give up on The Sound of Music thing.
I'm like Christmas-morning- won-the-Iottery-level happy for you.
What have I done the last two years without you?
Yeah, it seems like everyone is.
No, I didn't. But only because I'm sure...
So there's no mold here. It's pretty easy to fit in.
And if I'm gonna go there, I need you to get the lingo.
Sorry. I should've told you I was on a Summer mission.
So I know the whole friendship thing didn't really work out in Newport but...
Oh, hey. What's going on?
There are a lot of reasons, trust me.
So where is Ryan, anyway?
- Yeah, seems like it. Saw the apartment. - Yeah.