Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, what happens at the mall stays at the mall.

Sort of my specialty.

As much as Marissa likes to complain, she had a very nice life, thanks to me.

...I'm not saying this to be mean, because you actually seem...

...I'm trying to make it up to Kirsten.

Hate to admit it, but I really screwed up.

- Oh, hey, I thought you were- - No, no, no. It's my fault. Let me-

...but you are this week's yard guy...

It's cool. A little porn on a Saturday night.

I was foraging. Here.

...I will drive you to the bus stop myself...

- This is Julie. - A pleasure to meet you both.

You really want that ring, don't you?

Not leave, but you know what I'm saying.

- No, you take it. - You're not really the roughing-it type.

Marissa and Summer are heading to the mall to pick up some clothes for charity.

- Oh, I don't know if that's possible. - How would you know...

With Lindsay and everything?

Get it, girl! Get it! Get it!

Hey, what about Captain Oats?

- And that means "due south. " Just go. - Get-

- Yeah, not giving up. - Yeah.

Look, I'm sorry. We'll get new stuff.

We can switch rooms. You can have mine.

Yeah, and friends let friends read postcards.

By "all," I mean "Ryan. "

We need to go right now.

You in the latrine, soldier?

- You getting it? - Talk to me, baby. Talk to me.

Oh, candy counter.