Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My mom shipped my little sister off to boarding school,

But I think that's what she wants, okay?

Can't quit. Can't go back there.

-Put your hands behind your head. -Don't say anything. I'll follow you to the station.

-Did the light of dawn make any of this a little easier to take? -Harder, actually.

-Maybe 'cause you keep marrying for money? -I did not marry for money.

-Why wouldn't they? -You're not exactly the ideal client.

-No, sure I would. Sign me up. -Seth...

Um, to be less Coheny and more like, well, a person.

-Oh, you can thank me later. -Thank you...for letting me sleep the night in jail.

I need you to figure this out.

I had a hernia when I was little once. I had to have an operation.

How is Seth's hair right now?

-That's the last one. All set, Alex. -Awesome.

-Hey, do you know where Ryan is? -'Cause we had fun last night, and I thought just maybe... -Ryan's actually at school doing

-Mom? -Oh, Seth, don't worry. Your grandfather's situation is very serious, but your father and I are handling it.

-Really. Does Julie know that? -She'll find out.

Hey, Mom. Check out this ironic twist of events.

Oh, let's get the tickets.

-Look, man, I'm sorry, really, I am, and I would love to rehash the evening second by second one more time, but I'm late. -

Dad, we have to think about the future here.

-None of them good. -What happened?

Is there anything I can do?

And what, if Grandpa, like, he did have to go to some white-collar prison with tennis and TiVo, then...?

-Uh, why does he get tickets? -Because he works here.