Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

♪ And mountains stretched up to the sky ♪

No, I can't. I'm busy.

-...I had to do so much to fit in. -[sighs]

-♪ I heard 'em moan ♪ -♪ I heard 'em moan ♪

Just a minute, Jackson.

♪ Cook my bread ♪

-It's yours. -Ja--

I'm happy with Jackson, all right?

and peddles an unrealistic portrayal of romantic love, so--

♪ I'm so tired of on my own ♪

Do you love me?

Please. Do I look like I have a Cinderella complex?

Go on, you too.

You get back here now! Get back here!

Oh, my God! If I had a limousine, I would totally have sex in it and film it.

I don't know him! He's just a weird guy that follows me around!

Wow, you really need to let off some steam, don't you?

We were born alone and we will die alone

♪ How'd you do? How'd you do? ♪

Christ! Just take the bloody photo, Maureen.

♪ Ooh, la, ooh ♪

[crowd gasping]

-[Eric] I don't. -Maybe you can come to church with us?

Have you tried asking her?

You’re right. We’re done.

You gave it to me?

That means you two can have your romantic evening and, well...

Well, um, it starts at eight, I think.

Sorry. Work stuff.

What is your problem? You can't say we're orphans!

Maeve is not the sort of person who would, you know, date me.

Go hang out with your Head Boy and don't worry about me. All right?

-He genuinely has a Cinderella complex. -Have you apologized yet?

♪ Like shinin' blades of a knife ♪

♪ For a while, we had no fear ♪

[laughing] -[girl] Whoo!

♪ Just as soon as you can ♪

So, I decided to not text you anything.

"-Have you got any Nutella? -Yeah."

-Sh, Jackson-- -Where's the--

inside your shitty school ball.

-Hey, it's okay. -I don't know what to fucking do.

He'll come round. Maybe.