Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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