Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You got them? Show them to us.
No. I walked. Fast.
- What're you up to? - Excuse me?
This is not a "few friends."
I still feel like half of my lip is frozen.
- If you'll excuse me... - No.
What the hell is this?
I asked my C.O. for a little personal time.
Yes, well, I imagine it would.
Okay, so you go to the dentist, and I'll go to the pub.
I did. By trusting her.
I don't know what school I'm going to.
What is that?
and we know it wasn't.
She's probably already called her lawyer and told her
- Aria, chill. - No, I'm not "chillin'"!
What's wrong? Are you sick?
Or actually it might be BlackBerry.
Wait up, killer.
Me?
Hey.
Thanks.
It's just stress. I'll get it under control.
The landlord's being a jerk because I broke the lease.
Jumping, dressage...
Okay.
Have you been here before?
More... mature.
Whoa! Where's my book? Okay, it was right here.
I think so. Why?
So what do you think about my stories?
You have a group for that, too?
Spencer was just trying to protect you.
She was the last on the books, so I'm going to head out.
What does that say?
No, she was trying to control the situation.
There's somebody in here!
Thanks.
So, what're you saying, Maggie?
Yeah, I am.
Oh, hi.