Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It was a gift. Haven't you been living in hostels, out of a backpack...
Sure. Not trouble. Just a rut.
That's what you said two years ago.
- You guys look hot. - Too hot?
- You know Oliver? - Who?
Hailey, what are your plans exactly?
It's undeniable.
Shut up. Ryan, Marissa said that to you?
Makes it a whole lot easier to graduate on time.
- So you want to swing? - I'm swinging.
One evening of crazy sex with a total stranger.
I love you.
So, what are they?
Thank you.
You're not Mom. You can't talk to me that way.
Yes. My parents got divorced, my dad went bankrupt...
He's not here.
That was a gift.
I don't need this. You're supposed to be my friend.
- You do remember Dad, don't you? - I have a vague recollection.
Forty-three minutes.
I don't get it.
- I can't breathe. - What?
Look, we'll get it all sorted out over breakfast.
Take it easy, lay low.
Well, maybe the cops will.
Why? So I can grow up to be just like you?
Yeah, yeah. I don't wanna be here. It's too depressing.
We're both single now, it's a new year.
I took myself off the market. I'll do whatever Ryan and Marissa do.
Two years is what I want to focus on.
So this is yours.
...is the way you'll spend the rest of the year.
Kitchen. So tonight?
For you, maybe.
So, what do you wanna do? I heard of some parties...
We don't even know we're asleep till somebody wakes us up.
Right.
I'm getting another mojito.