Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

before they're slashed to death with a straight razor.

I wanna get rid of it, Nurse Simmons...

(engine starts)

How are you holding up?

Aw, no need to come out, Rodent.

We talked about this.

Who would've done that? And why?

(phone ringing)

-Come on, Sid. -Davie, maybe we should--

You heard me, basic Barbie.

And, and before she started dating her boyfriend...

What do you have, an eharmony date later?

I'm manager now. I don't have to pretend.

(chuckles) Dream school.

Thank you for asking, Principal Clanton.

For the lead roles,

Starting with Imogen Adams,

(typing, sends message)

Do you have a pen?

(mouse squeaking)

in "Dressed to Kill" is a tour de force.

This year, she wants to annihilate me.

-Let's go Tracy Flick on this bitch. -Mm.

Shouldn't you at least pretend to work?

We shouldn't be here, Tabby.

School property.

You talked to your professors about me? In what context?

So, detention for a week, and tests until summer break.

to at least some diverse contemporary filmmaking.

Okay, but why would she go after you now?

She would never leave me that way,

-full-on spiraling. -What?

What the hell are you doin' in here?

-(seagulls cawing) -He was some lifeguard, right?

("Schwanensee," No. 5 playing)

Are you gonna have to raise it all alone now, or can the father help?

♪ Die for me ♪

And a stark raving crazy bitch.

-(Imogen sighs) -Did she leave a note?

(tense music playing)

Did you know our moms were friends back in high school,

-Wait, you've talked to them about me? -(chuckles)

-Yes... Sorry. What was the question? -(students giggling)

I've been thinking...

♪ Die for me ♪

he is such a little cocksucker

♪ And the cig in my hand, it ain't one ♪