Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Has anybody ever watched you shave?
Susanna, you have a phone call.
We're under administration, so... No good here.
My father is the head of the CIA, and he could have you dead in minutes!
No. No.
The best place for someone like you...
Because it's...
Is it genetic? Oh, Christ!
Oh, that's great.
Crazy isn't being broken...
Feel the stretch through the hip.
That is fucked up, Daisy!
Lisa, don't!
...and I just wanted to say hey.
You changed the scenery, but not the situation...
Friends? Anything?
You're not crazy.
What the fuck's going on inside my head?
...and she poured it all over where she was getting the rash.
Who are you?
That is not fair!
Do you see purple people?
With all due respect, Mr. Kaysen...
Everybody knows
Where's Jamie? I can't deal with this.
What is it? Are you puzzled about something?
He was just a nice guy, that's all. And it made me feel bad.
This is a Castro Convertible.
It's fine
We're going to Canada.
lf you ever wished you could be a child forever.
Those aren't courses of action.
Yes means yes, Georgina.
...and l let her hear every thought in my head.
No. No more laxatives.
Can I pet the kitty?
...not going on to college.
It's a condition, Susanna.
I don't think I need... Sleeping pills, darling.
lt's you or me...
Going to the Sorbonne.
Susanna Kaysen.
...makes you wonder who the real whack jobs are.
No.
Checks.
I'll make a note of that. Good.
Come on. All right? Everything's changing, man.
If it's your favourite word, I would've...
Because I was released.
I had a headache.
No, they didn't.
Oh, will you help me? Can you help me?
I couldn't stand up to her.
You don't know what freedom is!
You weak people. You're all weak fucking people! You're victims!
Wanna see mine?
...yearbook editor and member of the honour society.
You could be Snow White.
Recovered.
Will I stay or will I go?
I'm a Wellesley girl, myself.
The prefix, as in ambidextrous...
No one cares if you die, Lisa...
Susanna Kaysen.
...and now to then and back again...
Excuse me?
Me kicking Josh out
... death can seem like a dream.
You acknowledge a problem coping with this quicksand.
Four days ago...
What causes it?
And maybe the whole world...
Go get a cup of coffee.
Come on.
No. He still sees them.
How's the engagement? You know.
Well, you look normal.
My face!
Let go of me!
You'd go on your rounds, ignoring my wounds?
I am sick of this bullshit.
The institutions we once trusted no longer seem reliable.
Why do you like me?
Polly could be Minnie Mouse and then...
Because you're dead already, Lisa!
Jesus.
I'm Susanna.