Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...at the airport or the train station. - Or the border.
...in case there's a threesome going on in my bedroom.
Don't call me Kiki. Only Dad calls me Kiki. And only because he won't not.
- Oh, yeah. We're leaving. - We can't stay here, can we?
One or the other. You have to choose between us.
- We'll be chlorinating for weeks. - Let's just go somewhere private to talk.
Midnight. Curfew.
You know what they say, the way you spend New Year's Eve...
Sandy, don't.
Someone has to choose between us.
Thanks. That's what I was talking about.
No. No, no. He's clearly interested in you.
Home in time to watch Dick Clark and the ball drop.
Me too.
...with you.
No. Not really. You?
No one's as fun as Hailey. I mean, that's her calling in life.
People your age, they have finished college...
- We shut off the power. - Told them the cops were coming.
At least he's dating somebody my age, not yours.
No, you can't stop me. No one can. Hang on. Here we go.
We're going to a party where we don't know anyone. Anything could happen.
...and how long you're here. And why.
Hailey has so gotten under your skin.
Why don't we skip dinner and just go to that party?
Working for Dad, selling McMansions...
And in, like, 74 minutes, I'll never have to think about him again.
- What? - Never mind.
...mad good party once again. - Thanks for coming.
Let's go. Move it out. I don't want to see you crazy kids back here before 2.
- Taking it easy? - Laying low?
Right.
- I don't know. Thailand. Morocco. - I think she's planting trees in Tacoma.
- You said she was awesome. - Insanely awesome.
Yeah. She's not here.