Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The car's delivered, the debt's paid.

I didn't know they had musicals in Chino. Or dancing or laughter.

Summer. Hi. What are you doing here?

Maybe we could take some alone time to hang out.

- Oh, that is one toasted bird. - Come on, Mom.

The people that I owe it to...

And you wore your hair like... Like this.

I mean, not... You're very attractive. For a dad.

Please! Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday.

I can't like Seth Cohen. If you tell anyone, I'll kill you.

- What the hell are you doing? - I followed you.

- I'll be back in, like, an hour. - Great. I should be back by 8.

Okay. Well, next up is cranberries.

...Summer attacked me with her lips.

Yeah, me neither.

I always knew you were a late bloomer.

- People, please. Feel free to share. - Does anyone want another drink?

Do you want some privacy?

I guess I never realized that when you left, you left people behind.

- Happy Thanksgiving. - You look very nice.

What is up with this shirt, Cohen? Is it, like, childproof?

But I get it. We're done.

- I have my work, you know that. - And don't act so innocent.

- Later on, buddy. - All right.

You're just gonna ask for my stupid brother?

- Rachel! - Hi! Happy Thanksgiving.

Should I use orange candles or brown candles?

You have this whole life I don't know anything about.

It's been too long, so...

Well, then, all you'll be eating are your words.

...my father's using me for my candied yams, and we are out of merlot!

You're passing me up for beans.

- Hit him! Hit him! - He could go all the way!

I may be a lot of things, but never a bad parent.

This is your bedroom?