Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, you could turn his room into a gym.
- Looking good, Janitor. - Well, thank you, petite lady.
she was buffing the nightstand, and she just kept on buffin'.
But if I say no, then I'm all like,
He took me to a bar.
- I'm goin' home. - Who do you think you're talkin' to?
You don't have to talk to me. Just wave if you're gonna give me a ride home.
Brain space.
It's a good day.
Let's all have fries, huh? Let's all have fries!
One day I'll get it. I doubt it.
What? I don't even know you.
that I'll never say again.
Maybe you'd rather just stay in tonight...
Oh, my God.
You think you're talkin' to Turk, don't you? Idiot.
Cos if it's not, I could, of course, text you on my BlackBerry or
with you putting any poison you want into your body,
I didn't ask him to walk me home!
Tell me now so that we don't have to talk anymore. Ever.
... grow old together...
You're so damn cute.
- That's you on a horse? - It's a steed, sir.
Hey, we're kinda in the middle of something here!
I'm hearing the hate, but I'm not seeing the hate. You...
I mean, I'm the one who's sick. Right?
How about I tell your parents the prescription's will be given