Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Look, as your friend, Jess... Not Miss Day.
Because I'm freaking out that you're not freaking out.
We were both sitting next to Uncle Jack.
But when you do, just make sure you always use protection...
Congratulations. You're dating a girl with basic table manners.
I am oddly calm about the whole thing. Look, Nick.
Oh. I was the bomb-diggity as a baby.
No. Okay? I don't know.
- Cece, are you crying? - No.
I made you a mocktail.
Your eyes are so brown.
- What's going on? - What it be, girl? What you got going on, ma?
What? I thought this is what you wanted.
They look like poop.
Okay, I'm not ready to be a godparent. Don't ask.
- I am gonna be a terrible mother. - Oh, no, no.
- Sarah! Shh! - I've had enough of this. Listen to me!
- Who's that girl? - Who's that girl?
Do you and my dad ever dry lump?
- Why? This is so entertaining. - Okay, honestly, help me.
Hey, you know what, Chloe?
- He came over and asked me out. - He never asks me out.
It's just that Schmidt gets so athletic, that birth control becomes...
Sarah, please come out.
Cece is resting.
You should definitely, definitely come out.
Ladies. Ladies, what is all the screaming about?
I mean...
Oh, my God.
- Oh, it's ringing. - Don't care.