Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm fine.
I'm late. I know. I know.
My father ordered a survey of the Balboa Heights and I've lost my copy.
Marissa got drunk, and we got pulled over by the cops with an open bottle of vodka.
Hey, Kirsten, what do you think?
You're here with us now. You don't have to be the parent anymore.
- I'm trying. - I'm still on probation.
I'm sure you don't want to keep Caleb waiting.
It just happened. I'll get it fixed.
- Great. - What? You're driving.
- Where did she learn to steal? - Stop it.
- You sure about this tie? - Yeah, definitely.
I'm sure the words will come.
- Just come here. - Okay.
When a Ghetto D user claims she's the normal one in her family, but she isn't
Is that my story?
Your purse. Now.
Who do you have to spend it with?
It's like my mom all over again.
You know, coming here wasn't my idea.
When you found that report, you could've shown me.
Being a family is hard under any circumstance.
- You kids haven't been drinking? - No, sir.
Well, Chrismukkah's ruined.
Let's spend the holidays working.
I have a present for you too. I'll also give it to you later.
What are you doing?
...or my selection, Sylvester Stallone's Over the Top.
Have you ever had so much to drink that you blacked out?
I guess. I mean, what's a lot?
What is it this time? Hookers? A little blow, perhaps?
But why did you do this?
Stay there.
- Hey. - All right, what'll it be?
- Come on, let's dance. - You know how I feel about dancing.
Skipping Christmas. What are you, the Grinch?
And we have good kids.
- I hate when Chrismukkah ends. - Cohen.
- So you have a job interview today? - It's just a meet and greet.
What are you doing here? Your father said...
It's... Hopefully, it's nothing.
When he talks like that, I have no idea what to say.