Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Or else we stop seeing each other.
Zack, he's my friend. You can't tell me who to be friends with.
You do? So do I. All right, you go first.
And Kelly, stop leading young Zack on. Think of his feelings.
Zack, you go crawling back to Kelly
I'd kill him.
- Okay, let's go. - Bye, guys.
Who you calling a meathead, skinny lips?
Oh, Screech, you careless little chap.
They'll write or send flowers.
Slater, you're making me blush.
Isn't it wonderful you're still friends with him after all this time?
It has "I hate Jessie" spelled out in anchovies.
Ha, making up, oldest trick in the book.
Maybe we can have our guys' night out next week.
Hello, Palisades Florist? I'd like to order two dozen roses:
- Good, I'm glad that's settled. - Good, here's your ring back! Goodbye!
Zack, nice room.
And I've got a plan.
Oh, yeah? What's romantic about a guy in pink tights
Hey! We can tough out this crisis in here if necessary.
- Whoa, Screech, that's it. - What's it?
I like a touch of a familiar hand,
What do you mean? Don't you remember our cheer?
- The truth is, Kelly's cheating on me. - I am not.