Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♫ I love the best...
[MUFFLED PANICKED VOICES]
- Here. - Uh...it looks kinda dark.
After all my pining for Lauren, this, her room-mate.
Frankly, I was getting sick of the colour, you know.
- Want a beer? - Let's go.
- What the fu... - You don't?
♫ The things you do are totally planned
Whoa! Is that really what I want?
Can I talk to Sean Bateman? I think he lives upstairs.
[MRS DENTON] Then I realised my Cadillac had been stolen.
[KNOCK AT DOOR]
- His pupils are fixed and dilated. - Harry, come back!
I think you're a rich motherfucking motherfucker
Really?
Miss Lauren Hynde.
Bam, 20th one and you're fucking! It's a confirmed statistic, man!
♫ La p'tite Noé veut plus m'parler
What do you mean? No, I just...
[ALARM CLOCK BEEPS]
[PLAYS ODD NOTES]
[ALL SHOUT AT ONCE]
Rock 'n' roll.
- He must just be selling him something. - [BOTH] Must be, yeah.
- Who is this? Patrick? - Who the hell's Patrick? No, it's Paul.
Lauren.
UR
[SIGHS]
[GARGLES]
Feet
- Then there's someone else. - Doesn't matter, anyway.
"Do you really like those boring, naive, coy girls or is it just for sex?
Paul.
because she knew, underneath her clothes, she had on a black bra with matching panties,
♫ Qu'a Ramel?
But Victor was fucking my room-mate Lara. She gave him mono before he dumped her.
that I liked Sean because he looked, well, slutty.
Immediately after surgery
- No! No, no! - No?
♫ But I guess that's just the way the story goes
A drama major just back from Europe.
- Jim. - Jim from Dartmouth.
One of 17 hand-to-hand combat methods of rendering your enemy defenceless.
♫ I've been waiting for a long time
I'm told that, after I left Camden,
Her name is Candice.
And fuck you and fuck you, pretty boy!
♫ Before you make a fool out of love
How do I look?
♫ The way you speak when people meet you
The police couldn't have cared less. They said my insurance would take care of it.
♫ If living is without you
My type of guy!
♫ We'll be together and nobody ain't never gonna disconnect us
Kleenex.
If we don’t burn together I’ll burn alone
I've got a joint in my room.
I think you and your motherfucking rich-kid friends
It would just ruin my illusion of her innocence...her purity.
Fucking keg's dead. Typical. I wish I had a case of beer.
Well...
Merde! What is it? Turn off that fucking thing!
♫ When I see her, oh, yeah...
Call 1-800-518-3492. Imagine the look on her face if you were much larger.
She's now married to a senator and has four kids. How time distorts things.
- I should have kept it innocent. - God!
♫ Yes, I gotta have faith Ooh, I gotta have faith
♫ I know I'll give them more and more
You didn't?
Jesus Christ, man, I can get these kids to overpay. They're desperate for drugs.
I'm scoring for some freshmen. They're rich, they want cocaine. What do you think?
I am asking you to leave the table now.