Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

His name's Norman, and he's a podiatrist.

-Hey, Tina, uh, can I talk to you? -Oh, my God. This is it.

and "vomit" on my mom's "workout tapes."

She insisted on that.

There. I said it. (sighs)

pulled a butt muscle.

What? Sorry, I stopped listening after "Hey, guys."

- Oh, my God, is it working? - (hissing)

the Australian all-male revue at Sun Woods Casino.

changed his mind and decided not to ask me

Oh, thank God. She's walking away.

- Oh, yeah? Who? - (whirring stops)

that he's gonna come with me to the wedding.

Attica! Attica!

- Here comes the airplane. Ah! - Ah!

(whispering): Pump the brakes, Gretchen.

- You're scaring him! - (hissing)

I can't hear you. I'm blow-drying!

If you want to be on the committee,

(echoing): The dance... the dance... the dance.

How about this one?

(group vocalizing)

'cause you seemed so mad yesterday.

(sighing): Sorry, I didn't see you.

Like this? Ow...

I'm going away this weekend.

for my big date with Gretchen.

to be around anyone! Except Bruce.

- Ow. - (honks)

I pulled my butt muscle doing a very difficult move

- No, like this. Honk, honk. - Like a tow truck.

Uh, if you're doing dance committee after school,

Attica! Attica!

But what-what'll happen to Bruce?

No, I know that duck. Total diva.

- Mm-hmm. - Gretchen, listen...

I was too embarrassed to tell Tina what happened.

Yeah! I'm nice but I'm not boring.