Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You were making a good point.
So I took it.
I'm sorry.
On account of my rage.
Which I think represent the wildness of Heathcliff's character.
Ahem, um...
Huh?
I slept with Monica.
That was the underwear I was wearing that night in London.
Come on, don't be such a goody-goody.
*Naan
What's wrong, buddy?
My chocolate bars!?
What am I sitting on?
This is not good for my rage.
- Oh, ew, undies! Oh. - Oh!
What did you think of Jane Eyre?
I think that, um, yours is a question with many possible answers.
...but, yes. Anyone else?
I'll be divorced twice and I got evicted.
What's up with that girl Monica?
I have to finish it by tomorrow for my literature class.
You threw my oats away?
Next time?
I'm Joey.