Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You mean when I threw your work out of the window.
What's the sound? Okay.
It's Angela.
I wish he hadn't told me. Now, what do I do?
- I'm not going to read this. - Just read.
Substitute my ass. He is the real deal.
Exactly. And you can't win every fight. You just have to pick your battles.
That's a promise. A new substitute will be here in a minute...
Why am I here? Yes, good question. I'm the new substitute.
I think her name is Mayhew...
And, how shall I describe them? Good question.
about how committed you were in the '60s?
- tomorrow night. - The cookie booth?
Yes, that's true. But it does better then make sense.
Actually she runs it. I've come by for the submissions for the Lit.
Look, you don't even have to be there. This should be me.
I'll throw away your favorite skirt and never admit it.
So?
Like we each wrote something, but Mayhew, that's our teacher...
I mean, how did you write something that good?
So, are we dismissed?
Beautiful. Concise. Excellent grammar. Impeccable punctuation.
He was the best teacher I ever had.
Rayanne, you're not in this class.
- Excuse me. Can I say something? - Nope. Write it down.
I know, my basement is so filthy.
Fine, follow your hearts and veer away from heroin.
- Honey, that's not the point. - Exactly.
Do you know how over my life will be when people find out I wrote it?
- What's the catch? - No catch.
Where they're actually like human,
But do you think you should be in the position of deciding...
Why? You think injustice like that doesn't happen?
It is a little difficult to read, of course, with this foot print.
I just think it showed a lack of respect.
- Come on back! Don't leave us. - Vic, where are going.