Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Surprise. - I'll get it.
- Was that your girlfriend? - "Was" being the operative word there.
Listen. Do you know anything about Marissa moving in with Caleb and Julie?
Even though you've been ignoring me in the halls and don't return any of my calls.
We'll see you back in Newport, Dad. Come on. Go, go.
- We're looking for a blackjack game. - It's sort of business.
Strippers, huh?
There are four male strippers dressed as firemen dancing in our living room.
Just not as much as I love Vegas.
Full-on, full-frontal male strippers.
So he bought us out, and now he's peddling...
I'm exhausted, and the boys are getting back from Vegas early, so...
No, I'm not. I'm not worried about it.
You think you can manipulate me?! Hold my daughter hostage?!
As in $250?
You guys were staying in the penthouse. I thought you had money.
...to be whiny and passive-aggressive until she realizes what a catch I am?
I wasn't worked on. Okay? I was entrapped.
The bottom line: That coastline property, it's absolutely worthless.
Where are we doing this?
I know. It's fantastic.
What?
No, I can't.
- Summer? - I tried to stop her.
What am I supposed to say, that Caleb's blackmailing me?
...to Vegas on business? What business?
Hey, have you figured out what you're gonna do with the restaurant?
That is a relief.
So see you tomorrow?
It is kind of sweaty in here. I'd like to do that. But how am I gonna do that?
Now, isn't this better than some seedy Hollywood club?
As a matter of fact, I'm meeting Jimmy for breakfast.
Wait till you see what happens next.
Julie, we are smart, sophisticated women.
Contract for what?
Really? So, CayCay, what have you been doing all this time?
Get away from him, whore.
- How about I go buy us a drink. - Okay.
You lost on purpose?
You know what, maybe you should just ask Theresa.