Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Taylor Townsend sucks!
- The Cohens wanna have us over. - Sure.
I'm gonna grab a sweatshirt. You wanna come?
Glad I could be of service.
Where's Ryan?
I don't get it. Why don't you like me?
- You want one? - Yeah, sure.
You know...
What do you mean, you can't...? You're responding! Taylor!
- He needed to talk to me. - Because he likes you.
Don't worry.
They're low-income properties down by the water.
I didn't say that.
Again with the Johnny.
I don't know about that.
...just wanted to celebrate.
...over for dinner. You can't hide from us in your own home.
Do it for your friend.
And he went through it with me. He should understand.
I've been dodging this business for the last 20 years.
...that are the heart of a company.
Taylor, do we have any...?
Is there somewhere I could go? Somewhere quiet?
Oh, my God. That's genius.
Doesn't look like it.
Well, I can help you. Of course, we'd need Kirsten, but...
...you're in very serious trouble.
Look, I gotta get to the lock-in.
- Sit down! - What are you doing?
Yeah. Maybe we'll even teach you a few moves.
- Mom, hi. - Hurry, I'm running late.
- She's busy. - Is she studying?
- A rising star in our company. - Good to meet you.
I mean, really, Taylor. Iocking in a bunch of kids...
What, you mean Johnny and Casey?
My life just doesn 't work without you.
...and forced to eat S'mores.
I made these myself.
Good news. The movers showed up with my stuff.
Six months.