Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's just that it meant nothing.

Are you guys okay?

Just let me grab my shoes.

You know, I never liked flash cards. They never worked for me.

- Maybe next test? - Maybe.

Dude, you have to get in.

No, because obviously you already know about that one.

At a certain point, you have to trust the other person.

...or "-ships."

- Okay, let's just not do this. - How about a black eye for the queer guy?

You know what I want to know, is why these two are so smug.

Everybody's gonna be staring at me and talking.

Well, apparently some of us are on Central time.

I don't know. Getting drunk and passing out on Thanksgiving?

Putting my own skepticism about that remark aside for just a moment...

What are you doing Friday night?

Yeah, well, you were pretty great with Luke today.

First Summer and Anna. Now you and Luke.

Oh, my God! You guys, I just ran into Betsy on the elliptical trainer.

Sorry I'm late. I slept through my alarm.

My dad can find you a house.

No, it's definitely not.

So you're not feeling well?

Not my husband.

Look, I'm really sorry.

Don't worry about it. I just...

- Hate it. - He kept calling me Juju...

We know sincerity isn't your strong point.

What if she says no? She's on the title too. What if she won't sell?

Then I became homeless, and suddenly not so funny.

- Cohen! - Right. I'm sorry. And I'm sorry.

He's trying to replace my mom.

- Not really. - Well, I meant for me.

- Seemed nice, yeah. - And I'm sure his dad was out of town?

I just don't know if he's ever gonna figure that out.