Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You picked the wrong guy.
There she goes! Taxi!
(SIGHS)
Those don't come around often. Y'all are welcome.
I'll come back with an assortment of soft drinks and American pretzels.
He had been a bit of a loser all through middle school.
(ALL CHEERING)
- Hey, buddy. - Want to hang out?
Hey, I can't believe you missed that last empty-netter, you hoser.
We're just gonna have to deal with this. Everyone, follow my lead.
She was gonna make me move to New Jersey,
Ooh.
I haven't spoken to him in three years
- I don't want to shoot a deer. - Nonsense, R.J.
(BOTH SCREAMING)
(WHISPERING) Think, think, think.
The perfect ending to a perfect love story.
I could see Stella was meant to be with Tony.
- Not even, say, Becca DeLucci? - You son of a bitch.
(FARTING)
and bring it all the way back to New Jersey anyway?
- It sure is. - Yes.