Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thanks.
...but we should get one of the queen sitting on your lap.
Yeah. I just wanted to get your approval on the homecoming page...
My parents have gone from not talking to not texting.
Ezra?
We can't keep making these same mistakes over and over.
Not all of us have Daddy to write a check and make the bogeyman go away.
You said we were doing a make-up picture, right?
Feel better, Em.
- What's he trying to hide? - Mom.
It's gone.
I mean, you took Toby to the dance...
Toby could be the killer.
Mike?
What?
You don't have to sit with Dad.
Ella? Ella, slow down.
Yeah, why wouldn't he be?
Please. Have you gotten one single text since last night?
- You out of here, boss? - Hell, yes.
"Thanks for getting Toby out of my way. A."
Fine. Leave out the file.
All right. You're on.
Okay. Much, much better.
Yeah. Heard you weren't in English today.
- You didn't know this? - No.
How... How would I know?
Okay, well, I'll worry about that if I ever order the clam chowder.
I'm also the one who always gets caught.
The custodian didn't even wanna let me in.
Of you and Maya kissing.
Well, I don't wanna leave.
I'll be laying in a puddle of my own waste.
We're all being stalked by A. And if he's run off...
Stop!
Hey, are you taking something for the pain?
The sooner we sort it out, the sooner they'll feel they can rely on us.
I owe you a complete do-over.
Listen, Aria, nobody wanted it to come to this, okay?
Say hello to Hefty Hanna.
Let him go, Sean. Mike!
...then why am I sitting in my bed and not in a body bag?
I don't.
It's true.
I didn't...
Well, I'm not gonna cry over this.
But it won't help to pretend everything is fine, because it's not.
Look, she might be protecting this kid. She might be afraid of him.