Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You wrote him off because he serves a salad after the meal...

Yeah, I looked like Little Orphan Annie.

- That's okay, Jay. I'm biking to school today. - Good for you.

It's probably some bored housewife...

- Oh, my gosh. What happened to my sign? - I don't know.

You wanna go inside and talk about this like two adults?

- That's so open-ended. - Oh, stop it.

- Luke, stop it! - Ride!

- I know how to ride this bike. - Stephen Hawking could ride that bike.

Oh, my God. I know those girls.

- Oh, tell me about it. - There's this one wackjob.

Can you teach me how to ride a bike?

- What kind of lunatic does something like this? - Who knows?

- Come on, Claire. Let's fly. - I love her energy.

- Yeah. Okay, 1-0... - A pen.

Somebody grabbing me.

- What are you doing here? - I just finish showing the apartment upstairs.

What are you doing?

I once saw a picture of myself at a friend's poetry slam...

which, by the way, is very common in Europe.

Trust me, I'm not gonna hurt you. You're a work of art.

Hey, wait a minute. Who's that guy?

Oh, I know. A falcon.

- That works for you? - Great.

We are catching that speeder.

- Why are you being such a freak? - I am being a freak for safety.

Why don't you just make an anonymous call to the police?

Perfect. Lily's asleep. Barry's meeting us in the hot tub.