Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

the principal asked me to tell you something. You're all expelled.

Go on, Howard. It'll make her happy. She hasn't danced all night.

Oh, Howard, why don't you ask Mrs. Frawley to dance?

- Yeah. He's right. Come on. - Come on.

That's why I didn't wear my halo.

There's an oak tree outside.

- Maybe I do. - Well, maybe I do too.

I guess so, as long as we're breaking up.

Okay, everybody, let's settle down here. A little quiet, please.

They would've made more money

The winner and her escort will rule over teen heaven

- We men call it "eating crow." - Howard.

I guess you'll want your ring back.

- Joanie, are you still in there? - Yes.

Oh, by the way, Arlene, double congratulations.

Is something wrong with the punch?

- Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. - So was she.

That's enough. You gotta dance. You gotta dance.

Marion, we're chaperones.

will share a solo dance with their escorts.

This punch is awful, Marion.

You're the one who broke up, remember?

Hey, Fonz, boy... Say, boy, you really... Boy...

- How was I supposed to know that? - Yeah.