Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

"pick people who treat us like we're nothing?"

You have such pretty brown eyes.

Relax. Relax. He's a friend of mine.

I hope it works out.

You gonna let me help you here?

you'd know what it really meant.

♪ I want you to know ♪

When he was a junior, Patrick started seeing Brad on the weekends in secret.

So I know it's none of my business, but have you decided?

Billie Holiday and foreign films.

Stole a bottle of wine.

And I was feeling feverish...

You must be Mary Elizabeth.

I just need to meet a good guy.

because she's a Buddhist and a punk.

- Hey. - Hey, Sam. Didn't see you come in.

Mary Elizabeth, Samantha told me that you got into Harvard. Congratulations.

- Hey, Candace. - Charlie?

- ♪ Sang along, who'd blame them? ♪ - ♪ Come on, Eileen ♪

♪ 'Cause I wanted to be ♪ ♪ dressed just the same ♪

And get wasted all the time.

Charlie? Truth or dare?

Hello! And the front door opens, it's my parents!

I keep trying, but I can't really remember what I did.

But, you know, it's my last year and...

I didn't see anything.

I've been away for two months.

when I have absolutely nothing to talk about other than the bus ride home.

I didn't think anyone noticed me.

so I thought maybe he'd say "Hi" to me.

Nice look, jag-off.

And I know I should speak more.

I'm doing okay.

♪ Our mothers cried ♪

Thank you, Derek. It's Charlie's favorite.

My turn. Let's see.

Brad doesn't want anyone to know.

Oy vey. We're gonna miss the movie.

Mayview Hospital.

And since I heard that having a girlfriend makes you happy...

The ushers would lock it in the office.

You have to get a grilled sticky on your first night.

You wanna go with me?

♪ I will be king ♪

Is it bad tonight?

This carpet feels so darn good.

was Charles Dickens.

Let's think. Charlie.

Thanks. And, listen, Charlie.

There's this girl named Second Base Stace.

He was a little nervous about starting high school today, so I made it for him.

And I ordered you some breakfast.

Get out here, buddy.

This one moment when you know you're not a sad story.

Poetry...writes me, ya know? Poetry...writes me, ya know?

- Something's wrong with me. - Don't worry about it.

as they were all getting ready for their prom.

- Alice. - Nice to meet you.

Yeah. Mine looks like a boat.

Is that Brad Hays?

But right now these moments are not stories.

Well, can I tell you something?

♪ Things round here ♪ ♪ have changed ♪

- Hey, Nothing. - Hey, Nothing.

You're cruisin' for a bruisin'.

- Give me a Y! - Y!

I hate to be the one to break this...

Forty dollars to print Punk Rocky in color next time.

Are you having a good time?

Oh, Charlie. Charlie's here. Guys, group photo.

i'm doctor burton

♪ Oh, we can beat them ♪

he knows me he really knows me

You will not hurt my friends EVER