Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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