Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...but I don't see it.
You think?
You know, she's a Nichol. She's a pot stirrer, a ball buster, a button pusher.
- And I will be wearing this. - To the Arches? That's kind of fancy.
Three-letter word for hilarious?
- Hi. I'm Allan, from Tulsa, Oklahoma. - Yeah, don't care.
New Year's Eve is always ugly on the road. Luckily it's almost over.
Seven, six, five.
Sandy Cohen. Pleasure swinging with you.
Did you not notice Ryan sleeping on the couch?
There'll be veggies. No painkillers. But crudit Ás, some celery, dip.
My marriage doesn't need saving. We're not in trouble.
Because he doesn't love me.
I didn't want you to be alone on New Year's.
You know, maybe rent a couple Russell Crowe movies.
The number I have is no longer in service.
Great. This is just great.
She's 10 pounds of fun in a 5-pound bag.
When you ran out of money?
That's the hard part.
You're looking for some good blow, clean speed...
Looking good, nephew Seth.
- You know my husband, Sandy. - Hi.
- It is? - Yeah.
- What are you doing? - I'm having fun.
...and Carson Daly's kind of a ginormous tool.
You're welcome.
- Thank you. - Well, that was polite.
And you're not gonna think of Ryan.
And...
- Mom. - She's right, kiddo.
If I ever get out of here, your aunt is dead.
So where's Seth?
Your sister, do you ever hear from her?
Sounds like Ryan and Marissa won't do much...
So how was the party?
My boyfriend, Ryan. He wants to stay in. He's not as social.
I have to ask you. Why didn't you just say it?
What used to be cute is now embarrassing.
- I dare you. Double dare. - Okay.
So I could use the company.