Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Ryan, the whole geek routine--it was really amusing at first, but I think you're taking things a little bit too far. -Thi
-Bye, Dad. -Bye, sweetheart.
-I was just like you. -Really? You were assaulted by the Captain of the water polo team.
-Well, hypothetically? -You know what? Don't answer. Just go to the concert alone.
-Uh... I'm meeting my lab partner. I've got this physics assignment. -On a Saturday?
You want to go in, watch the band?
-You read the paper? -Just the L.A. Times, the New York Times, the Orange County Register and The Wall Street Journal.
I just didn't want to keep him waiting. That'd be selfish.
-You don't want to know the pay, the hours, job description? -No, I'm good.
-I... I was using the Canadian spelling. -Oh, you're using the Canadian spelling, eh?
I don't know.
He only listens to Kirsten and Sandy.
-Well, I wasn't. -I was being sarcastic. -I wasn't.
Ryan, could you quit fretting over your nerd gear for like five seconds?
-Kirsten is taking care of all of that. -Well, she can't do everything.
I'm just going to ring out my shirt and stuff toilet paper up my nose, and I'm sure I'll have no trouble fitting in now.
Well, coming from the guy who married Julie Cooper, that's saying something.
-Ryan, what would you like? -You buying?
-So this whole night wasn't just a plan to get me back? -No, absolutely not.
-What do you suggest I do? -I suggest you find a way to make it up to Kirsten now.
What if, after all this, she never knows the blood and sweat and-and other people's pee that went in to getting her those tick
-Yeah, I have to, uh, get a rhinoplasty, but now I'll look just like all the other girls here.
Yeah, I know, with the creek and the no paddle.
-Seventeen. -What?! Really? You don't go to school?
-Okay, fine. What do you call this? -Thanks.