Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You don't even know me. - Whoa, whoa, whoa.
...or this lip.
And now, if it's possible, I think I love you even more.
So you do know it. Ha, ha.
You are just a butt-munch
Get out. I couldn't stop if a meteor hit me.
[SINGING] Mr. Pretentious
Fine, don't do anything. Just sit here and talk to us.
I care about things. I care about my friends and family.
One, two, three.
- What? - Mr. Dickens gets to pick them.
You know what? I'm gonna spend some alone time with the pen.
Yeah.
Now he's gonna be the guy that she goes to to complain about you.
Actually, I, uh... I am a poet.
- Well, people. - People, people, people.
It is __ to ___.
What are you reading?
Yeah, I can dance. You know:
It just seems to me, though, that if two people love each other...
...and all of a sudden he stops to write a poem.