Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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