Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

but that is the truth Mitch, and I really need you to believe me.
- Yeah, the stripe you have right across your heart
- I know.
- Oh thank god. Because I just don't want you to ever have to worry again that I'm...
- Waiting for what?
- It seems a little sad, really, that I was the girl who's sole purpose
- He's not going to be needing these things. Those less fortunate, do.
- Hey guys.
- Nothing.
- Movies. It's the Rialto's last night.
- Do you realize the severity of what you've done here? Hm? Do ya?
- You know, I knew there was a reason you got me up this morning for a morning trim.
- Yeah.
- No, no, no. No more negative thoughts.
- I'd say I think you could use a friend right now more than anything else. How about it?
- I was under the impression that I could overcome my unlucky ways BUT
it'd send me to razor blades or something.
- I could just open my mouth and scream.
- So, tell me Mitch, why do you lie?
- Okay. I'm really glad we've already bipassed the end
- Kristy! Hey! Wow, you made it! Great! Thanks for coming.
- You know I found out what they're replacing the Rialto with. A movie theater.
- We haven't discussed it.
- I, um, I think I can handle that.
- Grams just died yesterday. We haven't even buried him yet.
What do you say we... frost my tips or something?
- No, no I'm fine. Actually, I think I'm just going to head home.
- Mr. Leery?
- Well, unlike certain sewer rats, she made the effort to welcome the new,
- You can protest if you want, but the resistance will only make the conquest that much sweeter.
But I just want to let you know that I got my eyes on you now, Blondie.
- You know, Kristy Livingstone, she was kind of like a metaphor.
- Me too.
- He brought me right here that night - The Rialto.
- What look?
- You know all this talk about a 2nd kiss?
- Put your hormones aside for right now, Dawson.
- Well, I think you should dye your hair back. I mean, forgive me, but it looks hideous.
But the thing is, it hasn't happened since then and it was yesterday.
when you're explaining yourself to somebody,
- Like a date.
- Oh, Jen.
or Joey half of the "will they/won't they" couple of the century.