Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[whispering] And now, for the final award of the night.

Okay, what foods am I allergic to?

- Who's the dad? - I don't know. Michael Duncan.

I'll go sleep in the kitchen.

♪ It's new world now Don't discriminate ♪

I work here. I'm a teacher.

I need to go and pick up my award. Best attendance is a big deal.

I don't have the mental capacity for this right now.

The ceremony should be in full swing.

Yeah, very funny.

So, what have you guys been up to?

because the world is mean to you.

♪ To go absolutely cuckoo ♪

[chattering continues]

And she broke her girlfriend's fanny.

- I told her you can read minds. - What?

Maybe we've just grown up.

But as if you know those things about me.

- It's actually quite nice. - Shh.

Carrie Jackson? Jennifer Regan?

and finally, our closing keynote alumni.

Because I'm giving him blow jobs. I'm blowing him.

So I need to borrow your cap and stuff real quick. Is that okay?

If I lose one sense, the others get sharper.

I always thought when I'd run into an old bully,

♪ You've been fucking with me, boy ♪

Rebecca "personally gave half of our year eating disorders" Baxter?

but my moderate success is all down to one person.

I was meant to speak.

- Oh, my God. - I didn't say sex stuff. Gross.

to all the people who have never achieved anything.

Jen, look. I know you're riddled with fear and anxiety.

That well-structured but emotionally resonant piece of oratory

I'd quite like my bed back.

I haven't even told her about not getting into the Conservatoire yet.

♪ Brand new shoes, walking blues ♪

I don't know. I-I should stay sharp for my speech.

♪ Looking for my place On assembly lines… ♪