Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I just have to ask Mr. Fitz a few homework questions.
Got floor seats to the Sixers game...
- What is it? - Uh, it's a, um, permission slip.
I thought I wouldn't run into anyone over 12.
I don't remember doing anything.
Oh, what smells so good?
Go ahead and tell them about the angry letter that you wrote to Alison.
Seriously, Aria.
Alex, this is my mother.
She said she was afraid of you.
And then you just fall off the face of the earth?
...and introduce them to your Benjamin Franklin.
Have you seen this? I got it in a French catalog.
Hello? Is someone here?
Report to the library for sign in.
Shocking though.
He's not into you. Um, he helped me sell that bag.
Trust me, if I'm kissing you, it's because it's practice. For the real thing.
I've seen her send back a napkin because it had, like, a loose thread.
- Can I ask you a question? - Sure.
...you could die of frostbite.
It's not a question you can directly ask your kid.
Talk about not wanting to let something go.
The power's gonna come back on. It has to. This was due yesterday.
Mm-hm.
Mom, thank you for stepping in.
I'm impressed. I mean, you could do brain surgery with those hands.
- Can we focus? - Okay, Spencer...
I will drive Hanna to school every day.
Can you do the math section for me?
Give her the letter back.
There's plenty more where that came from. At the precinct.
Come, make sure I don't eat goat.
There's all sorts of operations and stuff they can do.
And he's got great lips.
You've befriended a different species...
And Toby was spotted at a gas station just off the interstate a few days ago.
We should probably get to the library.