Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[door closes]
Uh... This is awkward. Um...
This is Simone McAllister at Bright and Sanders.
I trusted you, Otis.
Ouch! Stop it.
Don't you take that tone with me, young lady.
[gasping]
Why am I always the last to know, Maeve?
-[barking] -♪ What all of your letters ♪
Thank you.
Hello?
On the upside, at least you're gonna be famous with this new book.
Like, you think I'm somehow part of you.
There he is! Jackson! Well done, Jack!
Said 'e was doin' some shoppin',
Oh, God! Ugh!
Set...
-♪ Baby, let your hair hang down ♪ -Ugh.
Christ, I feel like a teenager. [sighs]
Take a seat. There's one next to your detention pal, Eric.
[both laugh loudly]
I suggest you forget about Maeve Wiley. Hm?
So...
-Sorry, I didn't mean-- -[spits]
[sighs]
secret whispers,
-Leave it, man! What's wrong with you? [clattering]
[humming]
yeah, some people are, but most of us aren't yet.
[alarm bleeping]
Aaah.
[sighs]
♪ Oh, whoa, oh, whoa ♪
If I get in.
I didn't mean to snap, I'm sorry.
Shut up.
This isn't about my future, sir, this is about your sports fundin'.
♪ Shoot it up ♪
-Oh! -[whines]
-Cool. -Okay. [chuckles]
♪ Then we do the money ♪ You give us the bomb ♪
Come on, Jackson!
Otis, could you just...
Go ahead, Tromboner.
That's... that's too fast. I know. Eh... No pressure. Just...
Why is this happening to me?
♪ Shoot it up, shoot it up, shoot it up ♪
♪ With that old time rock 'n' roll  ♪