Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't think you can drool over her cos you ranked me number one.

Well, Per, sometimes you do.

What are you doing here, Denise?

He's ten there. He'll always be that age to me.

- with sadness that I'm leaving. - You're leaving?

He carries it with him wherever he goes.

Say, I've got a community service form here.

That was a lame segue, but I've been with you all morning,

Please, Elliot. Let me have sex. She's leaving tomorrow.

Gum, gum, gum, gum, gum, gum, gum, gum, gum!

And now we are right back on your son again.

Oh, what's the matter, J. D? Freezer got your tongue?

Well, laissez les bons temps rouler. Translation: Let the good times roll.

- That's stupid. - So's your face. I'm on fire. Hello!

that ends in a black vacuum of shattered expectations and despair.

All right. Stand back, everyone! I'll handle this!

What are you doing?!

Whoa, it's getting late.

I'm in possession of a note that'd give me permission to have sex

Still, when you come across a person

watching that unbelievably romantic scene from Sixteen Candles.

- Doesn't make sense. - It always makes sense.

I always hated ice tongue. And sometimes his lips seem so greasy.

J.D., we're over here!