Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...we're gonna be like... - Two ships passing in the morning.

...you don't have to wear a sports bra.

Who does summer reading?

What's your problem, dude?

And they're looking to tear it up, put in condos, a golf course.

You know, I've been pissing you off for years.

- How are you doing? Nervous? - Why would I be nervous?

In my experience, you should always apologize.

- Hey, Mr. Cooper. - Luke.

- I feel I convey more with a look. - You look adorable.

All right, let's keep it moving. Let's go! Line up!

You can stand if you want, but you know how lawyers love to talk.

- Not exactly Harbor School material. - Give me a shot.

It's decided, then. You'll be my lab partner.

Sandy, it isn't even ethical.

Come on! It's good, they're crunchy.

I needed an extracurricular activity, and apparently...

I can figure it out.

- I know, that sounds lame. - Yeah. No, it's cool.

All you want is for me to tell you that everything's okay now. It's not.

You should be on the debate team.

If I hadn't caught you...

- All right. - Good hold, guys.

- What's going on? - We're stopped.

I slept with you. Then you slept with one of my best friends.

It's like selling off the rainforest to profit a few individuals...

No Ferris wheels. I don't do heights.

- You're such a boy. - Well, whatever.