Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

"Harry can sense the nervous tension "running through Louis's stiff body.
She didn't actually love Daniel. She was 11.
Like, classy, but not too arty.
I'm Ali.
So I need you to open the door for me, okay?
Run-for-your-fucking-life terrifying.
Uncapped deodorant touching the floor. Horrifying.
Comes with the territory.
Well I have na tonight. So, like nine-thirty-ish?
For the record, i'm not not telling the truth.
Yo! You hear me? I said we're about to close.
Don't close the... fuck!
I want, like, good, professional partial nudes.
- Older or younger? - Younger.
Or like twice the size. Or a fucking fraction of the size.
It wasn't even in Daniel's handwriting.
I have, like, $1.25 here.
- Don't lose, bitch! - Fuck you, bitch! Drink this shit!
...about how much she hates my dad.
And don't you dare get pregnant.
No. Sis, you watch way too much dateline.
- I hate you. - Well, I love you.
No funny business, Christopher!
just to make sure he could hold her hand as they walked down the hall.
- Got it. - Do I look hot?
The hardest part, has been...
We are not in love.
No, 'cause if you don't have enough money on you right now,
Open the door, Fez! Come on, man!
- In, like, person? - Yeah.
Oh!