Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thanks.
Clay, your forehead!
Oh, my God.
If I'm not home soon, she'll call the cops or something.
Is that my Walkman?
Have you ever in your life been able to confront an issue head-on?
Ah-ah.
Did you get to first base, Justin?
Oh, hi, Mrs. Baker.
In 30 minutes.
But from my limited observation, she has terrible taste in guys.
What? Zach's sweet?
That thing you play CDs on
Stop having so much fun, Clay.
Yeah. No, I just forgot something.
or the best or the worst.
Why doesn't she have any stickers?
It's on the Liberty High home page.
My boom box.
What the fuck are you doing?
Clay.
You're right. Thanks.
Ohhh God dameeeeeeeee What the fuckkkkkkkkkk
Okay, okay. One, two, three.
no app, no chance for the interwebs to make everything worse, like it does.
Okay, everyone, settle in.
He had the shakes.
Pardon me, but you really hurt my feelings
make it last forever hold tight hold tight can't make coles collide hold tight hold tight dripping eyes paint the skies all because of you dripping eyes paint the skies only you can make me move only you can make me mooooove can make me
You mean "adorable" in a helpless baby animal sort of way, I'm guessing.
Hannah.
I know, terrifying. But it sells the big lie.
Sure thing, Dad.
You've got to show your work.
Tony.
Pardon me. But you really hurt my feelings.
. .
The one about the, uh... trains?
You're too buttoned up.
Hey, Clay.
- I will. Bye. - Bye.
No, uh, it's dumb.
I got this. Let me just...
A little effort to style it, blow-dry it in the morning.
at a time like this, you know?
Everybody's gonna get a turn.
Oh, yeah, right. Here.
Let me try this again.
I'm not on the tapes, if that's what you're asking.
Hopefully, neither one will be easy.