Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay. I don't know what advice to give graduates.
It was great. I danced. I stole a fork. Someone gave me their hat.
I only mention it because you briefly pretended to care.
Yes, we slept together. It was a beret, so it was rude, but sexy.
That's terrible advice.
-If you say so. -You brought me a pastry from far away.
I am not a god.
-I want to hear more about that. -Okay.
I think it was,
Okay, can't wait to see what you land on.
My horrid neighbor accidentally electrocuted herself.
You can't protect someone because you made their idea better.
He works from home.
Forget the speech. I know what I'm gonna say.
The fan fiction you don't write and I don't know about.
Jean loves you, Jackson.
What's happening?
-Obviously. -Yeah.
Who is that?
and then you came in and it was all about you.
which is great because I have a really good sense of humor.
My dad and his weird therapist friend, Leslie, built that.
That Jean woman booked an open mic for them, so they need to practice.
Sometimes it's hard to know who to trust.
I'm sorry. I can't accept that.