Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He's bought himself a decade of detention.
I have proof that he's head of a drug cartel!
-Come on, kiss me. Please. -No, really, I mean it! Now stop it!
I should be going. I have a big forensics meet tomorrow.
Oh, son, don't overreach!
When I see you forming vowels and continents--
Do you have to sit so close? It'll hurt your eyes.
The best argument is that I've known and respected you for eight years.
-Why, you cagey old dog! -Great story. Work, damn you, work!
Well, what's the good word?
-Shot down again. -Don't worry, it's a big school.
Okey-dokey. Good Lord, you should've come to see me a long time ago.
...who incidentally is not married to a house, would cost $48,000 a year.
Oh, no. Okay. Just everybody remain calm.