Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Look, I'm sorry. - I can't do this anymore.
What would we fight about? We like the same things, have the same interests.
But I guess people can be really unpredictable.
- I'm sorry. - We are too.
But if you could just give me a chance, Ryan.
I don't think I need to explain what a serious offense this is.
It was crazy.
Can I have an orange-peel smoothie with a splash of pineapple, please?
She said that about me, that she thinks I'm the funniest guy ever?
- Go what? - Gotta go embrace the friend.
God, I don't give a rat's ass. If Caleb sees that house empty...
I know. I'm not saying I might not get weird about it again...
That's even less likely than lunch.
I never really wanted to be a financial planner. Or a thief.
Hey, Dad.
You can't fight fate, man.
New guy shows up. Violent. Angry.
So order up some martinis and meat loaf. We got ourselves a restaurant.
- Good. This is my friend Danny. - Hey. How are you? I'm Sandy.
- It's ridiculous. - That sounds terrible.
- Mr. Chuckle! - No! Oh, my God.
Fajitas are served.
I can't believe you stole it. You read it.
Right? Being obvious, there's no accomplishment in that.
We don't know anything about running one.
- We're sharing the same brain. - Not me and Marissa.
Or you could break into the file room and steal his bio. Or you can be a grownup...
...maybe after school we could go play a little bit of Jenga. Yeah?