Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I met your husband the other day. - Right.
When I'm a mother I'll get revenge.
You mean, people think you wrote it?
Okay, has everyone read?
Get your own. Get out before its too late, Amanda.
What about all those boring stories I've had to sit through my whole life...
Yes, he was.
I don't care if he is your teacher, he has to treat you with common courtesy.
I can't believe this. I can't believe you were fired because of one poem.
No one knows I come out here nights. I look up, but you're never there.
Listen. Racine. What he did. Walking out on his family.
of my own making, and many, many people want to punish me for that.
- What? - Nothing.
You wrote that haiku poem? You?
That's true. You do.
What? You've never seen someone sew on a merit badge before?
I decided. I just think it's wrong to censor people...
And I also cut Bio yesterday.
I know. You're right.
Sorry about that. What have you got there?
- This will be completely anonymous. - Just how I like sex.
Or we could stage a walk out.
- No, he's not mentally ill. - He threw them out of the window?
Whatever you feel like saying write it down instead.
- His lips taste my juicy-- - Juicy.
Angela.
Angela Chase?
You told me to pick my battles. Well, this is it.
who I met, actually, and who actually seems kind of...
Vic had the most amazing idea.
No, no, no. You're right. You should handle it.
Well, that's fascinating. Because I didn't.
That's all. Continue wasting your lives.
Paint a picture. Just talk. Don't try and make it sound like writing. Daryl.
She realized she was lost.
There's this one piece in particular...
Well, I read all your papers and...