Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Does she need a friend? I could help out there.

Except I can't ask her if it's because of me...

Now, you be a man, and you tell me.

Joel McKuin is the leading lumber supplier on the West Coast.

You better believe I'll do all I can to protect you.

- Marissa. Hello. - Hey.

I'm sorry to interrupt. I need you to drive me to the airport. I gotta stop Anna.

- You really want to know? - No.

...to school. - Oh. Thanks.

I could always hang out with Luke.

They're having a cocktail party at the Cohen house.

- Are you gonna take it? - I'm thinking about it.

- I'm kidding. Come on. - Nice one.

- Check out Gramps. He looks angry. - That's because he is.

- I hope it's okay, me stopping by. - It's fine. Come on.

Okay, that's what I thought. Because it would destroy Marissa.

I saw the DA today. It didn't go what I would call "well."

The hotel room that he accidentally stumbled into the other day...

- I can't believe Anna didn't show. - Actually...

Yeah. But even if I thought it, I wouldn't say it.

- What? - God, I love you as a friend.

Totally. I know. I love the society page.

What did you want to talk about?

I'm not letting her go.

- Please do not leave because of me. - What? What are you...?

Well, at least we have each other.

- Joel McKuin was staying there. - That's quite a coincidence.

I got people that notice if I don't get back.

Here. I'm not gonna have time to get it dry-cleaned before I go.