Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

OK, so tonight, channel 59: Indian TV.
Oh, sorry. The reflection thing that you don't have.
Sorry. Of course, if-if you're not well...
Fair enough. No, I don't.
- Brewski time! - Party!
This isn't some fairy tale.
Hop off the outlaw train, before you land us in jail.
Hone your skills day and night.
Tom.
We're having a get-together tomorrow night at the house.
You know, he's not even really my friend.
I drive you too hard because I know what you have to face.
- How many people your age can say that? - We talkin' foreign or domestic?
He might come back.
- I pledge my life and my death. - I pledge my life and my death.
In his name.
- And there's blood on it. - Oh. I didn't see any.
Not during the day, but you could ask him for coffee some night.
Brittany Oswald, junior at St Michael's, disappeared a year ago.
When you kiss me, I wanna die.
I don't wanna meet fraternity boys.
Nice bed.
You're big on responsibility. I like that. But there's such a thing as being too mature.
What did he do in the dream?
- She's last. - Last? For what?
OK.
- What are they, some kind of cult? - Yeah. Psycho-cult.
So, who's your friend?
At your age, I wasn't into grown-up things either.
We call you, Machida.
Buffy.
You are, dollface. Keep on dancing! All right!
I only joined the fraternity because my father and grandpa were in it before me.