Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm not leaving my daughter stranded on the couch.

- Sookie. - Let's see.

Okay, this dancing thing is not something I want you to get used to...

You call me if I need to come over and help you up the stairs.

I figured I had the right to ask for a newsletter to be sent to me.

- She seems fun. - Yeah, she is.

- What did you say to her? - What are you talking about?

- So, what are you reading? - The Portable Dorothy Parker.

Even if I hadn't gotten pregnant, you'd still have lost me.

Great rap session. You guys are out of here. Have fun.

A lipstick, $5 bill, gum, hair spray, a book.

And one by the front door.

I sat all night. I dozed off for one second.

I'm afraid? Of what?

- I didn't mean that you were my boyfriend. - Okay.

It's supposed to be lovely. Dramatic castles everywhere.

- Really? - I got it trimmed.

- Not in heels. - Good.

- So what would I have to wear? - What?

You do not go running out the door when a boy honks.

- Maybe I should stay. - No, you really don't have to do that.

He was totally nice to you and you were a big jerk.

This dance could be great for you.

Wow, Mom, look at you.

We could get some great shoes, and some new earrings.

How's the light in here? Never mind.

Let me get this out of your way.

- Boyfriend. - Him.

- What? - Are you my boyfriend?

- I'm bored. - We have to wait for Paris anyway.

I don't care what you told him.

because it's probably cheaper and people eat it.

I'm going with you. We'll explain. It'll be okay.

- Really? - Yeah.

This is not just about returning a gift.

I'll be standing in the back listening to 98 Degrees...