Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I should go before Elena and Mr. Saltzman see what a bad example I am.

But every time you feed, the blood makes it easier to let go.

- Can I help you? - Yeah, my, uh...

Happy birthday, Elena. - Thanks.

It's not early. You're late.

Fine. I'll go by myself.

- Back together? - Definitely Stefan.

- You knew I was here. - You should learn to knock.

Third one this week in Tennessee.

- Excuse me. - Unh!

You're 18. You can do all this alone now.

- Tell her thank you for her help. - All right. I gotta go.

We're supposed to be in this together.

Nothing. Look, I gotta get back to work.

Wear something pretty.

Okay, it's a three-step process, Ray.

You can't get on with your life until you've made a wish and blown out the candles.

I'll make sure that my brother doesn't bother us anymore.

After two months, this could be the clue...

Now, show me a little Southern hospitality.

You're wide-eyed, looking for an excuse

I'm really not any good to anybody right now.

- Who wants to know? - I've been looking everywhere for you.