Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm doing 75 in a 65, all right?
- I don't want it to happen. - What is going on?
Is there anything I can do to help?
How are you?
- So she really is leaving. - That sucks.
...then you had better know you can kill the king.
I don't want to go.
Good. I have nothing to wear anyway.
- You're dead! - Right now.
- Bye, Blanche. - See you, Rose.
My vote stays with Theresa.
Luke just came by to defrag my hard drive.
But she doesn't have to do this. She shouldn't be doing this.
Which I know is not the most attractive quality.
- Curiosity? - Yeah, mild.
Sexy.
I'm kind of hungry. You want to eat?
- Come on. Smile for your father, Kiki. - I'm smiling on the inside.
Spoken like a man who's never been married.
- Let's go somewhere and figure this out. - I'm not going anywhere.
- Hi. - Hey.
Running away is not the answer.
I don't know.
Listen. Listen, I don't know what to do about us.
What kind of lease? Month-to-month? Year? Can she buy?
- We'll find something. We'll figure it out. - I know.
Well, you're not gonna believe who is Riviera Magazine's Man of the Year.
I guess I did get it into three minutes, huh?
Just out of curiosity...
So then what? She goes back? What do you do?
"I'm doing 75 in a..." Everyone knows 80 is the new 75.
- I fell asleep. - I heard about some scary guy...
Do you want me to come?
I made a huge mess of everything, and...
I don't even know when I'd see her again.
Uncle Shaun. In that room...
...that showed up at school. Was it Eddie?