Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know, it is so great that you guys have each other.
Things won't seem so bad when we're anchored in Hanalei Bay.
Oh, I love the Tonkinese beach hut. It's so romantic.
Marissa begged me not to go to boarding school.
- Hey, guys. - Hey.
- Do I have to decide? Can I think about it? - Of course. Yeah.
Rodgers and Hammerstein wrote South Pacific.
I don't know if you heard, but the Coopers are moving to Hawaii.
But my parents are together now...
Look, I've never done this before.
I borrowed it for a very good reason.
It's too hard to keep saying goodbye like this.
- Did you do all this? - I had some help, but, yeah.
It's not like we're gonna be poor, right?
Sure. The diner sounds great.
I'm all for that.
Just the family, close friends. And we could do it here.
And I thought you might be mad at me.
And it's just a bunch of bureaucratic stuff.
...and give Marissa the clean slate she deserves.
Not that that's gonna happen.
So, what are you saying? You really want to go to Hawaii?
Although it sucks I got two weeks' detention...
I gotta go, and I can't take you with me.
I told him every problem our family had was because of him.
I'll even read comics with Cohen and his social maladjusts.
You know, it's gonna make it that much harder for you to leave.
Either of you ever set foot near this school...
You guys should be psyched. No mean dean, no Taylor Townsend.
No.
Of course he'd have to be dead to say nice things.
I don't know, Marissa sounds pretty upset.
Okay, this way, towards me.
Jimmy, Julie, you remember my wife.
Chili cheese fries, those black-and-white milkshakes Summer likes?
I could have sold Summer out, but I didn't.
It's a bagel. Toasted, cream cheese.
We have to get watches.
- I am. I want to. - I don't think you do.
I just feel like we're finally moving forward, you know?
Hide.
I don't know if it makes any difference...
- Hey. - Hey, Dad, what's up?
- Sorry to bother you. - What is it?
- He had his hands on Marissa. - Which is wrong.
Okay, left. No, not stage left, my left.
Maybe I should check myself into rehab.
...two mortgages on the house, back taxes.
And the writer.
...and move things around till you get back, like this.
Julie Cooper's not your biggest fan.
Okay, well, I'll let you have some privacy.