Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Oh, hey. How are you? - Uh, I'm kind of screwed.
...you do not need to know any more big words.
What, to teach?
Yeah, actually, Saturday isn't good for me either.
Their names: Pip, Mr. Wopsle, Uncle Pumblechook.
Let's go. Emily, honey, grab your things.
Roll out of bed, eat a croissant, shop for two hours...
I get to photograph a tornado...
Really? Well, listen, I don't wanna disturb you.
Mr. Fitz? Hi.
As long as I don't have to fly through it.
Test is on today.
So 96 bucks for your leather jacket.
Tell her you felt relieved at the funeral.
Think they have anything to eat?
- Family issues? - My issues.
Yeah. Yeah, I hear you.
Can't believe you already finished it.
We were all at Spencer's.
They have them in, like, every color.
- Should one of us go talk to her? - No. She'll talk when she's ready.
Emily. Hey. Where've you been?
No one's going anywhere. Have a seat.
Em.
- Where are you going? - To the restroom.
- What? - When did this happen?
Tell her how you wanted to punish Alison for rejecting you.
So you're Alex.
- Because it's here. - Put it in the garbage.
As far as Aria goes, I haven't noticed anything, um...
Phony, flashy.
I spent most of Friday drunk.
You're welcome to come over if you need to use the fax.
Remember that weekend when your father took you and Melissa to D. C?
POWER RANGERS LIGHTSPEED RESCUE Was Recorded on Shape Before a Lively Audience...
It just... It took me a moment to put it together.
Since they cut my hours at the gallery and I'm paying rent to live above it.
Spence. Spence.
Mom. What are you doing here?
- Whose locker is he poking into now? - He's desperate.
York Street's been closed since last night.
Okay.
But then you canceled on Monday. And Tuesday.