Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It was just...
Don't tell me you're gonna spy on them.
- You wanna answer that? - Not really.
But, you know, I turned on the Cohen charm, as usual...
Then you can't let Matt's relationship with Maya Griffin stand in your way.
I was thinking more like bonfire and tequila.
Johnny, just come down.
- Looks like you've got a fan. - Oh, great.
That's the guy I remember from two years ago.
- It's his daughter, Maya. - She's a stripper too?
I saw you there.
Go home. I don't have anything to say to you.
Speaking of school, shouldn't you be going back to yours soon?
Oh, yeah, we totally power-bonded.
Yeah. I'll call you when I find him.
No.
You sounded really weird on the phone.
- Well, I finally heard from Dr. Roberts. - That's great.
I'm a social outcast with a mumbling problem.
Call it willful naiveté, call it bleary-eyed optimism.
...you would tell me, right?
Maybe start with dinner?
There's a sale at Paul Frank if you wanna go.
You've got this natural confidence.
Well, there is. The head of the board, Henry Griffin...
I was just making some grits.
Then you are officially exonerated.
Go away! Leave me alone!
- It's none of your business. - I was sharing my opinion.
...you have to go for it.
Let's get you down from there. We can talk about it later, okay?
Thesaurus again.
...I have never been as bad off as you.
Oh, that's Maya Griffin.
I wouldn't do anything about them.
- You're just realizing this now? - lf we go to college together...
You know, I was happy when you came home.
- Calc exam. - Calc exam?