Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

OK. Say that I help and you start a conversation. It goes great.

Don't be ridiculous.

Remember last year? You had on that fuzzy pink number with the lilac underneath?

Maybe not. Just thinking. If you were Hostile 17,

You don't understand. I'm good at things. That's what I do.

She likes cheese.

So mostly dancing, light contact. Don't push your luck.

He could have spent one night, but, no, everything was "Slayer this", "Slayer that".

- I'm taking you home. - Ever think maybe I'm gonna take you home?

living off the crap we feed 'em, what would you rather eat than that?

- But if you could... - If I could. Yeah.

I need a little alone time now.

She's OK. Kinda blue, but she said not to worry.

Right to the point. OK.

OK, but you've got to admit, she's a major-league hottie.

Professor? You with me?

I mean, we got a little physical, well...

And all those guys ask you to do is uncork a couple of sassy Cabernets.

We're here for fun.

- Peculiar. - Peculiar?

Until one of you leaves and rips the still-beating heart from the other,

So, you knew that I had feelings for her?

Heavy conversation's out of the question.

A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend.

- Take this. - A flare gun?

- Get the serum! - Let me out!

I'm a TA. I'll be helping the professor out.