Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Go ahead, Sandy. Put your watch in the bowl.
Marissa. The short chick next door?
Feel like drinking?
...with all our resolutions to analyze before they're broken.
I know you. You go to Harbor, right?
You live in the Four Seasons?
...it won't be a three-hour period piece about boats.
- Okay, what did you say? - "Thank you."
- Hey, Ryan. - Yeah?
Oh, God, dudes. Okay, that's a lot of genitalia in my pool.
I'm just gonna catch up with some friends. Don't worry about me.
Excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt. Hey, I'm ready to go.
...my family, my rut.
...and I'm really sorry...
Yes. Ryan needs a tear in the space-time continuum...
She's not alone. She's with some guy named Oliver.
Nobody mentioned elbow grease.
- So tell her. Party's over. - Right. Except I don't want to be the dad.
- Ladies. So I'm gonna go... - Surfing? Fun. Where?
- I'll help you clean up. - I don't want your help.
Separate seats, you guys. There's no sex in the champagne room.
- Oh, God. This isn't good. - You think?
to ring in the New Year
- Bye, Bob. - Maybe I'll see you later.
I am not asking you to leave. I just want you to grow up!
I meant...
- No. This is not about Hailey. - Oh, no?
A guy from therapy.
Seven. Six. Five.
Hey, so this is a cool place to have a party.
So you locked us in, and now you want our help?
Maybe we need to do something dangerous.
Aunt Hailey. Later, when you're dressed, we'll hug.
Happy New Year.
I know. I told you. We're not going out. Carson Daly. Balls.
The pool house was occupied. Your aunt.
So many of us just sleepwalk through our own lives.
This is my house, my upside-down couch!
It's what I do best.
Maybe we are in a rut, and we didn't even know it.