Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

wanna go anywhere with you. Ever.
Sloppy, too. Bald spot, beer gut...
You know, one leg up...
- What for? - To call you.
Thank you. I'll see you at 7:00.
Sometimes I come in if I don't have any plans.
It's no big deal.
- Because I hate dances. - Good answer.
It's not really at my school, but it's kind of given by my school.
No, I won't be home tonight.
- Move. - What?
Go in there, quick.
Two, please.
- We could get your hair done. - You won't think I'm an idiot?
That would probably be good since it's your school.
- Fine. - Or not.
- You know what? Let me give it a try. - All right.
It's not like I'm dying to go or anything, but it is a new school...
Maybe the guy who hangs out in our trees all day waiting for you.
I'm up. Okay, see? I'm fine.
- Maybe. - That room is a hazard.
- It looks good. - Thanks.
- Have you seen The Outsiders? - Yeah, I have.
I think that you look amazing tonight.
It's right there on the desk.
- You certainly can't be left alone. - Yes, I can.
of finding out you should never be dancing in public.
but only in the broadest sense of the word...
- Unless, of course, there is no guy. - No, there is a guy.
- That's Dean. - Come here.
- You did not. - I did, too.
- The heels hurt. - Beauty is pain.
- This is silly. I have met him already. - I haven't.
- I do not. - I mean it.