Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's not like I'm dying to go or anything, but it is a new school...
- You did not. - I did, too.
It's not really at my school, but it's kind of given by my school.
- You certainly can't be left alone. - Yes, I can.
Two, please.
- The heels hurt. - Beauty is pain.
- This is silly. I have met him already. - I haven't.
- Because I hate dances. - Good answer.
- What for? - To call you.
- Unless, of course, there is no guy. - No, there is a guy.
Sometimes I come in if I don't have any plans.
- Have you seen The Outsiders? - Yeah, I have.
- It looks good. - Thanks.
- I do not. - I mean it.
- Maybe. - That room is a hazard.
You know, one leg up...
but only in the broadest sense of the word...
It's no big deal.
No, I won't be home tonight.
Thank you. I'll see you at 7:00.
- Fine. - Or not.
I'm up. Okay, see? I'm fine.
wanna go anywhere with you. Ever.
- That's Dean. - Come here.
Sloppy, too. Bald spot, beer gut...
- We could get your hair done. - You won't think I'm an idiot?
- You know what? Let me give it a try. - All right.
- Move. - What?
That would probably be good since it's your school.
Go in there, quick.
Maybe the guy who hangs out in our trees all day waiting for you.
It's right there on the desk.
of finding out you should never be dancing in public.
I think that you look amazing tonight.