Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Whispering] Wow.
You could have two bucks out of it all. I'm getting most of it, OK?
- Thank you, Principal Turner. - [Class whispering]
[Dad] My wife and I were wondering about the service.
That was really sweet.
- Hey, Mom. - Hey, Leslie, come on.
Yeah. I think I have a few. You got any?
- I expect you to take notes. - Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep,
- I got a perfectly good pair for him. - These are girls' ones.
...that if it's hard for me...
Janice Avery stole my Twinkies! Janice Avery stole my Twinkies!
...people kept telling me not to cry.
The prisoners of the Dark Master.
[Clicking]
Jess. Jess.
[Boys chattering indistinctly]
- They're attacking! - We need ammo!
Jess, don't let those other kids get in your way.
Wow. This is amazing.
- Thank you very much. - You're very welcome.
- No. - You're gonna have to use your pants.
Are you the king, Jess?
[Girl] Very cute.
Here, open this.
Jess, you could hardly call them sneakers anymore. I threw them out.
It's all gone.
- These things are gonna grow fast. - Me too.
Getting Janice all wound up is a weird way of having fun.
so when the late sun hits it, we can watch it catch fire.
It's a terrible thing.
Well, your dad works at a hardware store.
You've got your head in the clouds, Leslie.
What Twinkies, Twinkie?
- We need a place. Just for us. - Hmm?
[# Anna Sophia Robb: Keep Your Mind Wide Open]
May Belle! How many times have I told you, stay out of my stuff.
[Janice sobbing]
- They're writers. - [Jess] Writers?
No talking. No chewing gum. No electronic devices. Be forewarned.
Sweet sneaks, Aarons.
You're supposed to beat her up. You're my brother!
Wow.
Go! Go, Jess, go!
- Oh, did he flunk too? - Shut up!
Eighth-grade girl...
I want my Twinkies, Janice Avery.
- [Man] Wow. - What did I tell you? Was it worth it?
May Belle?
[continues muffled singing]
"I do not know if you know this about me, but I need to tell you,
Now, back to what we were discussing before we were so rudely interrupted.
May Belle?
...Willard Hughes.
My dad says the TV kills your brain cells.
Thanks.
What I said was,
And that's what your parents do for a living.
- You lied in your essay? - No. I made it up.
Wow, May Belle. Where'd you hear that?
She stole my Twinkies. [Sniffs]
- Yeah, I have one... and a half. - And a half?
- You should go talk to her. - You kidding?