Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Is there something going on here that I don't know about?
Yes, great. I know.
All large enough for you to stuff and fry up...
Your mom, Mr. Medina, mouths open. I saw them.
Right.
Are you sure?
that every writer should read some Proust every day.
- I left four messages. - I know. I've been meaning to call.
- I'm sorry. - I was the one who started the kiss.
- How long have you been dating? - Why?
This is not the time for your jokes.
- Rory? - Yeah?
- It worked. - Yeah.
but Hugh Grant should be feeling pretty good about himself.
If I hadn't acted like a two-year-old and tried to run away...
- Wait! - Mr. Medina's gonna be here any minute!
Maybe it's time for the rules to change.
Because I would've thought that blaming this on Rory...
and then you pull something like this?
Why don't you call me Max? Just when we're out of school.
You want me to serve a genetically engineered vegetable named after a butt?
- Why are you breaking up with him? - Because it's not working out.
Her dad's this bigwig at a huge pharmaceutical company...
What?
- Hand them over. - Why?
Thank you.
That's because you're the nicest kid ever to walk the earth.
Can I get you something? We don't really have anything...
nervous-breakdown-let-me-start-again act and everything.
I won't let you off that easily.
in this ridiculous school making a ridiculous teacher's salary.
I'd like to weigh in on the color subject.
Toss it.
What if we invite Max to go skating with us?
Excuse me.
I'm glad.
God, this is good.
What's going on?
The entire school is talking about it. And what do I say? How do I defend this?
We're back in session.
I'm gonna clean them and tighten the blades.
Mister, wanna buy a really nice copy of Proust?
Yes, you are.
Maybe we need to take a little time away from each other.
I'm good, really.
- What? - You're breaking up with me, aren't you?
Let's go.
- Maybe add a few pompoms? - Hand them over.
We could, except that Parents' Day is next Wednesday.