Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm giving this lecture on erosion theories tomorrow night.
Plus, she's really sick.
He doesn't need my help.
We still get your bills and stuff.
I am loud!
This doesn't even smell like opium.
Nothing. We're just talking. You know, blah-blah-blah.
Pretty much.
I knew it!
-Okay, good night. -See you tomorrow.
You're right, that did cheer me up.
All right, you and me! Let's go right now!
It's because she's a twin. Twins are weird.
Oh, sure.
is you talking about it.
Oh, my God!
So we can go out again?
Unless...
but I couldn't get out of going to this play.
Oh, my God!
-You like it? -Oh, my God!
-A dollar? -And 50?
-I know, I went a little crazy. -A little?
-She's much bigger than you. -Are you kidding me?
I hate Pottery Barn too.
Colonial bird merchants used to bring their birds to market in that.
All right, enough!