Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Go. Do something. You gotta... - No. No.
- But we've done okay? - Yeah.
Do you know where the administrator's office is?
- Sorry, man. - No, it's cool. You know.
Thank you again for letting Marissa live with you.
So I guess I'm gonna have to get used to living here a little while longer.
And so that is how I came up with Chrismukkah.
Excuse me.
That'd be missing the point.
Every Jewish boy wants Christmas. I gave myself that.
There's not gonna be a surgery.
- They're all yours. - Thanks.
If only I could say that to Marissa.
Well, luckily Chrismukkah has twice the resistance of an ordinary holiday.
...my clay hot dog I made in seventh grade...
So listen. Sometimes you gotta let the rich people help you.
I'm sure Johnny's the last thing on her mind.
...my diorama of I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings.
DJ with dancers.
No tallis. No challah. No tefillin.
...knowing that you're pulling for me, it's the only thing that keeps me going.
...wasn't gonna make me feel better. - I thought this was for charity.
I don't think so.
We have no concept of marketing.
I don't have feelings for Johnny. I'm just worried about him.
How are you, good people of Newport Beach?
She thinks our new oceanfront condo is undergoing a remodel.
- Okay. All right. I'll be right back. - Okay.
- Seth. - Dr. Roberts.
And what do you think, Cohen?
- No, she already left for the event. - Well...
Great news. So Neil Roberts cleared the fundraiser with the board.
I'm getting bar mitzvahed. You'd have to know Seth better.
Well, thanks for the invite, man, but I got some stuff to do, so...
- You're on thin ice. - Listen.
So how's Johnny doing?
That was fun for the entire 13-year-old population of Orange County...
I'm sorry I've been taking this out on you.
...he could really use your help.
Well, you gotta be Jewish to be bar mitzvahed.
- Hey. - Hey. I come in peace.