Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He farts when he runs.

- Can't draw eyes. It's weird. - Can't draw eyes.

- Where the hell did you come from? - I came from my room.

We all take turns sneaking money into your pants before you put them in the dryer.

Thin-crust pizza? No, thank you, I'm from Chicago.

Welcome to office hours. Um...

- Good evening. JESS: Hello.

I'm here to learn how to write short fiction.

Oh, you put up your pup tent in front of the fire.

[NICK & SCHMIDT CHUCKLE]

- Bowl. - Okay.

[TOENAILS CLICKING ON FLOOR]

I know, I know, I know, well, just talk about what my pogo is. What's my pogo?

Heh, heh, never talk about your toenails, Schmidt.

Winston told me you guys make fun of my gremlin nails.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Oh. Like your barnacle toenails?

Jump out the way, Jessica?

- Apricot's leaving, Apricot's leaving. - Oh, good.

- Don't ask about the bag. - Don't ask about the bag. Bitch.

Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no. Oh, God, oh, God.

Um, let's talk about the, um, four classifications of conflict.

No, no, no, I'm sure that you guys have stuff you laugh at me about.

CHORUS: Who's that girl? - It's Jess

Her down there and my...

Maybe we should take one car.

WINSTON: It's involuntary.

Besides my pogo.