Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You told me to tell you if I saw anything.
- What happened in the car, man? - Nothing.
Easy to be certain when the alternative is that he's dead.
I can't find my truck.
You know, I drink too much. I say the wrong things.
What is it?
Ahem. Tell you what, Ray. We're gonna play a little drinking game.
A bar called Southern Comfort, it's off Highway 41.
Does Elena enjoy having both of you worship at her altar?
I'm told Ray Sutton lives here.
How bad can it be?
Ray. You can end this right now.
- See you at the party. Ha, ha. - Get me that address.
If I shouldn't be dating, all you gotta do is say something.
Kill this one quickly.
- What the hell? - Ugh.
Please don't. Please.
You were never going to. Which is why I planned it anyway.
I'm not your slave.
Well, thank you, Claudine.
It was a goodbye kiss. I thought he was gonna die.
No can do. I have got to work.
Na-na-na, na-na
You can embrace what you truly are.
What's up, Ray?
Was that, uh, Stefan news?
Huh. Okay.
When I was over yesterday, she just kept eying me.
Don't do that, Damon. Don't lie to me.
Sometimes I feel like I'm gonna explode.
Yes, but that doesn't mean that it's Klaus.