Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ah, young love. There's nothing like it.

- Sorry. - That's four cleaning ladies since October.

too ashamed to tell anyone.

Your... first guy friend?

Little brother, I don't know why you're acting like this.

If you're gonna publish, you gotta have data.

The hell I will!

I wouldn't date any of those weenies.

I guarantee it. Oh, what do you know?

Ready, get set, go!

Okay. I'm not racing if Cheryl's in the car.

- Come on, you guys. That's not nice! - Give it back to me!

In the blink of a cosmic clock, I went from quantum physicist...

What glasses? Hey!

Coastliner for Santa Barbara, San Luis Obispo, and San Francisco...

Let's go! Oh, yeah!

What are you talking about? The bruise on Cheryl's neck.

And by the authority vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife.

You're not as young as you used to be. Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho!

Miss May looks pretty fresh to me.

Why am I racing for pinks?

But if I can't stop Cheryl from marrying Bob, it will be.

We're gonna go right after the honeymoon.

I just want you to know how proud I am to have you as my big sister.

and then we're gonna take a Peace Corps plane to Hawaii.

Tweet, tweet, tweet-tweet

and watch Cheryl trying all this stuff on?

They're around here somewhere.

I mean, you've never seen a woman throw herself at a guy in a Rambler. Never!

I met her at the car auction. She offered to wax my hood.

Let's go home, Cam.

would start precisely at 2:07...

That's why we got the stopwatch.

Every little bird in the tall oak tree

What's the matter?

Now and forever

and make a difference in the lives of people less fortunate than ourselves.

The wine waiter.

- Race him for pinks, Sam. - What?

I took Psych 1.