Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's okay, really. Uh, you can leave my tampons where they are. Thanks.

-He is, like, dying to go have lunch with Zach. -So, you going to do it?

This has nothing to do with me. It is about you, and it is always about you.

-I believed you. How you were changing, that you just wanted to be friends. -I do! That's...

-Is this a trick? -Nope, just, you know, wanted to do something nice for someone other than myself for a change.

Then I took a second to get to know the guy, and he turned out to be a pretty good friend.

Well, hot damn, welcome to the club.

So, I've been thinking. Um... I owe you an apology. Well, several, actually.

My stepfather blackmailed me into living with my mom.

Yeah, space, totally. I know.

-Uh, we're going to.. -It was just getting good.

My next move is to meet with the partners. Make sure they agree to my taking you on as a client.

-Can I buy you a coffee? -No, no, no, no. Please, please don't.

A politician's son. Hey, he's like Newport's Prince William.

-What-- rich, powerful? -Guilty.

-Could be our very own CBGBs. -"CB" what?

-Can you see okay? -Yeah, I can see fine.

-Okay, so, then you don't really like Zach. -No. I mean yes. I don't... Ew, shut up.

How old are you?

-Nice work. You guys make a great team. -I didn't get a chance to contribute a whole lot to that report, I mean anything

I would like to extend... to you a formal acknowledgment that I... may have, um, unintentionally...

-No offense. -Okay, I think you got the wrong idea about me.

-Well, then, come on. You like this band? -I like Journey.

I used to. I got kicked out.