Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I could just see where all this was headed.

Lock-in's mandatory, counts as a class.

- What? - You heard me.

I just wish that Ryan knew that that was all he had to say.

- You want some more of that? - Back off!

Not because you're freaked out about Johnny?

Oh, why am I getting your voicemail?

Don't listen to anything that he says. We think he was dropped on his head.

Johnny, I'm sorry.

I'm off to the club. If you need me, I'll be on my cell.

- Berkeley? - I got my MBA in one year at Kellogg.

- Are you okay with that? - With what?

After your father died, I shut down my law practice...

- There you are. - Yeah, I just needed a little disco nap.

I forgot to do something.

Who the hell are you?

I'm gonna go get myself a refill.

I'm doing the right thing, closing down the Newport Group.

He doesn't like me. We just have stuff in common.

...and an open mind.

Okay, well, maybe we'll just work up to trust falls.

...so you don't spend Saturday night alone?

- I'm so faded. - Pass that herb, yo.

I think some drinks are in order.

Sorry, can't let you do that. I waited up till like a million o'clock.

All right, I'm freaking out right now. I'm using a pay phone...

...which is a violation of my civil liberties.

- I know the signs. - Summer, I would never cheat on Ryan.

Does that mean you stay up and party before you surf?

You little bitch! You want more?

This is Seth, it's 2005, you know how these things work.

- Hi, can we have three coffees, please? - Sure.

She's not studying.

- I tried the other night. - At 4 in the morning.

- Taylor. - Okay, I'll put them up.

Casey's on her way.

Your work and mine.

...everyone to my right, you're the red team.

Well, I'm still dealing with all of this stuff with Trey.

What are you going to do?

Mr. Cohen, Kurt Williams. It's nice to meet you.

- Hello. - Hey, Ryan, where are you?

- That's me. - It means, after the flattest season ever...

...and tell them something about ourselves...

You know, at first I thought you were just a sweaty sleeper.

Why don't you go back to sleep. I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay?

They should keep us psyched into the wee hours.

Wouldn't wanna be you.

Well, actually, I told myself I'd wait a while before I jumped back into all that.