Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He was my teach guy.
And then after that year, we check in with each other.
Think about it like this.
Wait, what?
You read The New Yorker?
Yeah, like, you don't even know how to drive.
Throwin' ones, wonder what my mama think
And that's good enough for you?
Single file? I'm only one person.
And the coochie de gras...
(ANGELIC MUSIC)
Ay!
I mean, you don't think...
- Whoa, love that outfit. - Thank you.
(BREAKS WIND) (LAUGHING)
Damn, reading is so dope. (CHUCKLES)
Jonathan Taylor Thomas? Yeah, I mean, all the time.
He said he thought about me like that.