Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay, Kirk, what's it gonna take?
Nobody could write a 40-page monologue the way she could.
- Why do you have a picture of me? - Well, it's a very nice picture.
The second time you pass, I'll jump in.
You must set boundaries and restrictions. It's your job.
That's my job.
- That was quick. - $10.
Luke. Where is he? I need him, Caesar. Thank God!
- I cannot buy my own basket. - Why not?
- Come on. - It's tradition.
- if you give them a chance. - So you're saying that Jess is no good.
Do you remember how mad Taylor was when I couldn't go...
- Maybe I can call his mother. - I don't want to talk about this anymore.
Well, if it makes you feel any better, I didn't intend to do it.
All that's in there is two stale Pop-Tarts and a Slim Jim.
I'm trying really hard to connect the dots here.
Why did you?
- Do you want me to slow down? - Yeah, of course.
Not that that's not an appropriate place, but...
looking at him and he's standing there all tall and mad, and I don't know...
Yeah. Look, I've got prom coming up...
- I'm not dating Jess. - But he's trying to weasel his way in.
- Shall we what? - Shall we go?
- $20. I have $20. Is that my final offer? - All right, fine. $25.
- Rory! - No, I'm going for a walk.
- And, Rory, how's that boyfriend of yours? - Apparently very chatty.
Henry Cho.
Homemade granola, wheatgrass juice, soy-chicken taco.
Excuse me, Edgar Bergen, I'd like Charlie McCarthy to answer.
- He's not trouble. - Yes, he is.
- He just doesn't seem like the nicest kid. - You don't know him.
- So who where you with? - What?
I appreciate that.
- Dean? - Yes.
I also packed a change of clothes, makeup, makeup remover...
long enough for him to climb out the window and down the tree.
- Know what's great about the festival? - What?
I am going to the diner, I am going to get us some edible food...
Yeah. Someday.
Okay, tomorrow I will try again, and you will...
You look like you have something to say.
Okay, we've got $90 going once, $90 going twice...
Let's start the bidding at $3.
and the world rotates backwards on its axis.
- Okay. Just this once. - Thank you.
- Where did you run? - Nowhere.
It's okay. You should've asked someone else.
What, Taylor?