Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I laugh in the face of danger. Then I hide until it goes away.

What better way to celebrate than a romantic drive through...

People scoff at things like school spirit, but look at these girls giving their all like this!

- Amy. - You're leaning towards Amy?

A little shaky on the dismount.

Ooh! These grapes are sour.

The big "cheer queen".

No. I believe that's your trick.

- It wasn't exactly her. - I was my mom.

- Well all of them, in fact. - You could?

One of those girls hit me really hard. We should test for steroids.

And I'm, like, "I can go out. It's perfectly safe."

I don't care why. I care that you go on breathing.

You were the first alternate. You are on the team now. You could be next.

So I'm just a figure of fun.

and I have seen some pretty cringeworthy things, but...

Hm. That much quality time with my mom would lead to some quality matricide.

Not even if it'd help me understand you.

Mom, you just don't get it. And believe me, you don't want it.

I told you, I'm trying out for the cheerleading squad.

- A fertility statue. You don't need to see it. - You know,

My dad is so impossible! He doesn't ever want me going anywhere.

You know, it might not physically kill you to give me a hand here.

That's just mercury and nitric acid. Go to the science lab.

- You're afraid of her. - Amy?

The bracelet. She was wearing it, right? Pretty much like we're going out.