Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, or maybe they make me the scapegoat who goes down for all this.

Are you kidding me?

We didn't go to New York on business.

[cell phone vibrating]

Oh, right. I did do that.

Well, then that's where we start.

We have missing students, evil preppies, dead writers, a teacher's suicide.

Unless I was out doing some dumbass thing.

No, you're not.

[knocking at door]

-Oh, my God. -And barred from attending senior prom

Your perv of a roommate taped us in your bed, Jug.

but it's time I ship out.

You could stay here, if you want, Mr. Bishop.

The restoration of the rightful natural order of the world.

What the hell are you doing here?

We're not gonna need rounds.

[Frank] Hey, by the way, I meant to ask you,

What kind of problems?

Mr. Chipping. Maybe.

That's not bad, Bret.

Silent alarm. I have it synced to alert me of any intruders.

there was a videotape.

[Betty] If that tape exists--

His muscles will atrophy.

-[students exclaiming] -A hit on Mr. Jones. Point to Weston Wallis.

-Couple more days, she says. -Got you.

felt like he had an albatross around his neck.

to celebrate the fact that we all got into Harvard.