Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This would never have happened to my mother.

Check out the books on witchcraft.

there's this girl, Amy, and she trains with her mom, like, three hours a day.

- Good Lord! - She wanted to relive her glory days.

- You're in a good mood. - I am!

- They got married after graduation. - That's kinda romantic.

- Really, you could? - We need to find her books.

Those of you in track one may begin your dissections now.

If she gains an ounce, she padlocks the fridge and only eats broth.

Cheerleading was kind of her mom's last hurrah.

Lishanne, can you tell me why these chemicals have this reaction?

- We had try-outs today. - Oh, great. How'd it go?

Give me the dark.

Regular smoking, with a cigarette - not, like, being smoky.

Any common denominators in cases of spontaneous combustion?

You've flunked driver's ed twice. Show me some moves, or you'll be taking the bus.

If your supreme klutziness out there today takes me out of the running,

We have to achieve our dreams, Amy. Otherwise, we wither and die.

Obviously, not enough. Who's our next alternate?

I got a history report due tomorrow.

- Fierce competition, though. - I know you'll do fine.

- Forget that. - It'll just take a minute.

- I don't... feel so good. - Buffy?

You are totally and completely one of the girls! I'm that comfy with him.

Maybe nothing will.

Give me the power.