Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Look, you're getting what you wanted I'm moving in with you.
My neighbors have started to refer to my home as The Man Hole.
- Seth Ezekiel. - Okay, using the dreaded middle name is not the best way to forge a bond.
You've got to admit, it sounds kind of strange.
I think that maybe we should see this as a sign
I'm just trying to figure out the best way for him to realize that.
Uh, okay, you'll really like this one.
and I have to use a lot of descriptive insults to give voice to my inner pain.
Hey. So, we should probably leave in a half hour.
I, uh, peeled your orange for you.
- You're not part of their family? - Not anymore.
It's nothing. It's my blood-thinning medication. Sometimes it makes me feel...
- What about you, man? - Just keep teaching sailing, hang with Luke.
- Hey, I'm sorry I missed that. - Hey, what happened to you last night?
You can't spend my entire life telling me everything that's wrong with Newport,
- I can't push you to come back. - So you're letting me stay?
When you're 18 and you've saved up enough money, you can move
- I don't work Saturdays. - No, my doctor's appointment.
or they're building one hell of a case.
Good luck.
and, this is the teenage version of that.
- Dude, when are you going to give up the sports games? - Why would I do that?
See? A kid doesn't need to be in Portland to be distant.
How's that two-for-one special on brooding young men?
No, no, it'll only make things worse.
- Jimbo, how goes it? - It goes fantastic.
Ah, not quite yet. I just signed up to teach more sailing lessons through September.
I'm never coming back to O.C. Now, if you and Dad want to move to, I don't know,
For the record, I don't believe you, but for Marissa's sake, I'll pretend to.
Hey, Cal. Always a pleasure, although, if I may, why we meeting in a parking garage?
I have had enough of your hippie-parenting, psycho-babble.
- So you gonna go to Portland? - No, I can't.
- Six weeks. - Well, in the meantime...
It's just a checkup, you know?
- Too, uh, Village People? - Exactly.
This guy must have been 300 pounds and he wanted to drop his ski.
My mom gave it to me. It's my getaway car.
- You're killing your mother and she is killing me.
Well, at least I know you're safe here. It's better than dragging you home