Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I love you. - Not enough.
"Ed, my wife's stepping out on me. What do I tell her?"
Why don't you just go away?
- And cheap too, you know. - Sell. Sell the goddamn place, Ray.
I don't have anything.
Whenever you couldn't get your lesson plan figured out in time, you just called in a poet.
- Let's go, guys. - Let's go, guys. Let's go get them.
And I am only shallow because I choose to be!
Let's pretend we're on the winning streak we're gonna start tonight.
Everything's falling apart.
Dr. Ron Haxon, dermatologist.
The moon won't use the door Only the window.
I really, really do.
Tanya? Christ.
A real punch in the face.
It's you. The secret is in you.
Are you fucking kidding me? Tanya, I'm a highly respected educator.
Comments, anyone? Anybody?
Can't complain.
Fifty bucks.
I can see that you're off to a crackerjack start.
Fear. It's a common stumbling block.
Hey, sugar, Donnie's here.
Sorry, no. Cash only.
We cannot roll it up into a ball. We cannot push it up a hill.
Who's next?
You know, it might seem strange, but for the first time in years...
She's got psoriasis, eczema...
Hey, Damon.
...talk. We have no troubles here.
...and, I don't know, maybe cleaning out your gutters.
All right? So what's that make this?
Other than that, I think you got yourself a winner, Tanya.
There are so many different ways you can sell yourself.
But the way to overcome it is to acknowledge it, validate it...
There's nothing to discuss. Forget it. I gotta go.
Been camping all night, huh?
...because what I'm discovering is...
What do you think, class?