Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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