Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I ate your damn pudding. So go!
Okay, Michael, stop! Michael, stop.
Yeah, Mr. Broken Heart...
sitting in a room with a woman who hates the Bucks and smells like cabbage?
No. I can't really think of one, no.
No, it's okay.
Uh, is there, uh, maybe a better system than that?
I wouldn't wanna hang out here anymore.
Anything for you, doll.
I am not your slave or a waitress or your damn maid.
Yeah, see, I don't think so...
That's... really not funny.
No.
What we just did...
Hey!
Thank you, Hyde.
The only thing that keeps me alive is watching the Bucks lose.
You gotta realize that you can do better than Kelso.
Mom, you only make Swedish pancakes...