Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, what happens at the mall stays at the mall.

Not leave, but you know what I'm saying.

Sort of my specialty.

- Yeah, not giving up. - Yeah.

...I'm trying to make it up to Kirsten.

Marissa and Summer are heading to the mall to pick up some clothes for charity.

...I will drive you to the bus stop myself...

We can switch rooms. You can have mine.

...but you are this week's yard guy...

You really want that ring, don't you?

Hate to admit it, but I really screwed up.

- Oh, I don't know if that's possible. - How would you know...

We need to go right now.

With Lindsay and everything?

As much as Marissa likes to complain, she had a very nice life, thanks to me.

Get it, girl! Get it! Get it!

...I'm not saying this to be mean, because you actually seem...

- This is Julie. - A pleasure to meet you both.

- You getting it? - Talk to me, baby. Talk to me.

Oh, candy counter.

- No, you take it. - You're not really the roughing-it type.

Hey, what about Captain Oats?

- And that means "due south. " Just go. - Get-

It's cool. A little porn on a Saturday night.

Yeah, and friends let friends read postcards.

By "all," I mean "Ryan. "

- Oh, hey, I thought you were- - No, no, no. It's my fault. Let me-

Look, I'm sorry. We'll get new stuff.

I was foraging. Here.

You in the latrine, soldier?