Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[cheerleaders] Let's go, Tigers!

-[woman] No. I don't wanna do that stuff. -[Max sighs]

[wet squelching]

[unsettling music intensifies]

It's that simple.

The chances of success are 20-to-1.

I'm gonna flip him the bird,

♪ Say if I only could ♪

We came to high school wanting things to be different. Right?

[sighs] Okay, well, there's no story here, if that's what you're after.

Who the hell works over spring break?

-[school bell rings] -♪ California dreamin' ♪

"For us to return home with our heads hung low in defeat?"

[ticking continues]

Hold on to your butts, brochachos.

[electric guitar rendition playing]

[light, scattered clapping]

Sorry for the mess.

we were talking,

[dice rattling]

You're just jealous 'cause I have another older male friend.

My dad was in the newspaper.

Just like we practiced.

-Peter, Alec, what's going on out there? -[man] Sir, we've got a situation.

We were… We were in Mrs. Click's class together.

Whilst I respect the passion,

I am so sorry, Mrs. Gracey.

[bullies chuckling]

And he was my hero too.

Emotions can make it speed up or slow down.

[Eleven] I think I have finally adapted.

-No! -[crowd] Defense! Defense!

Wait, can you undress her?

Which I totally get.

Or anything that… that doesn't look like the insides of a doll.

[Ten] Six and Dr. Ellis…

Kanye West wake up

Hold on to your butts, brochachos

And he'll never back down from what's right, what's moral.

How many hit points do you and Applejack have left?

-Oh, yes, they're lovely. -[doorbell rings]

The… The stamps on the package have that hammer with that hook thingamajig.

♪ Be running up that road ♪

♪ Do you wanna feel how it feels? ♪

Besides, I mean, I really dig this girl.

If that porcelain belly is pregnant with an explosive device,

Lucas. Come on, man.

No, you just…

That's not what I'm saying at all, but it's okay.

[Eddie cackles]

I am still best at math, but my grammar is getting good now also.

changed how the world perceived those like her with disabilities.

ending with a dramatic buzzer-beater from benchwarmer Lucas Sinclair.

[indistinct chanting]

You get it, man? Like a feeder?

Hey, what's going on here?

Mike, you were wearing whatever shit your mommy bought you from goddamn Gap.

I… I was never scared because…

[fabric stretching]

but Jane has decided to do her father.

I didn't mean to interrupt.

[marching band playing]

Sorry I'm late, sweetheart.

Never tell me the odds.

-Robin, are you listening? -Uh, yes.

I didn't do anything. Tell her, Jane. Tell her!

[Mike] Tell me things!

[alarm klaxon wailing]