Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's depressing there this time of year.
Bloink. We're learning to teleport.
Damn. It got real up in that memory cave.
I guess I can see that. Have a seat, then.
I think I see the cave of frozen memories.
I'm crawling out the window. No, you're not. Snap out of it.
All right, all right. I'm leaving.
# No faith in herself #
everything will go back to normal.
I don't know. We never know. Mom won't stop crying.
We're silicone dolls with foam bodies over ball-and-socket armatures.
It's a text from Britta.
And share the experience
We put too much meaning into it, and it lets us down.
I'm Chang.
I didn't wanna go home.
You're very clever,
I'm ejecting you for lying to trick me into therapy.
# And saying I love you #
Abed, I'm unhitching the cars, okay?
Like a rocket about to take off.
can be the warmest and brightest.
Together. Every year.