Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

you're all, 'Hey, man, whatever. '

You don't know where Lane is, either.

- I'll show you what I got. - Can I have my credit card?

Don't smell it. But trust me, she's gonna love it.

- What's all this? - Well, Luke...

I thought you were going to make her happy.

Now, tell me, what is going on?

- Where's Lane going? - Away.

- For school? - Yes.

I plan on flinging myself off the roof tonight...

- In the same restaurant? - At the same table.

I just want to tell you that I think you are scum.

- And you didn't say anything? - No.

- She's with my parents in Hartford. - Good.

- Well, I'm not. - Okay.

I should have called. I'm sorry.

Sorry. You know, I got in my car three times to go get her.

I had a fight with Mom.

I know you've been in a funk over Dean, but you have to try not to dwell on it.

Get away from me, you mental patient!

If there's a reason why you don't want people to know...

We didn't have an agreement not to talk about Rory.

I was trying to protect you. That's all.

Look, Rory, I know you've been going through kind of a tough time lately...

Just once, be too sexy for your shirt and do a dance on the catwalk.

Please, don't be mad.

- Did you hear the assignment? - No, I'm sorry.

You got Grandpa to put down his newspaper at breakfast. That's a first.

Goodish. Less 'good' than 'ish. '

Where is she? Why didn't she leave a note?

I'll cut to the end.

and I'm railing on him about what a great kid you are...

and how it sucked that he dumped you, and then he said he told you he loved you.

Fabio, I need the ketchup.

Would it be okay if I stay here tonight?

She'll be home soon.