Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're big on responsibility. I like that. But there's such a thing as being too mature.
Buffy.
Nice bed.
This isn't some fairy tale.
Oh, sorry. The reflection thing that you don't have.
OK.
- Brewski time! - Party!
- How many people your age can say that? - We talkin' foreign or domestic?
When you kiss me, I wanna die.
- I pledge my life and my death. - I pledge my life and my death.
OK, so tonight, channel 59: Indian TV.
You are, dollface. Keep on dancing! All right!
I only joined the fraternity because my father and grandpa were in it before me.
You know, he's not even really my friend.
Not during the day, but you could ask him for coffee some night.
Hop off the outlaw train, before you land us in jail.
Sorry. Of course, if-if you're not well...
So, who's your friend?
- She's last. - Last? For what?
I drive you too hard because I know what you have to face.
We're having a get-together tomorrow night at the house.
At your age, I wasn't into grown-up things either.
Brittany Oswald, junior at St Michael's, disappeared a year ago.
We call you, Machida.
- What are they, some kind of cult? - Yeah. Psycho-cult.
Tom.
Fair enough. No, I don't.
He might come back.
- And there's blood on it. - Oh. I didn't see any.
In his name.
Hone your skills day and night.
I don't wanna meet fraternity boys.
What did he do in the dream?