Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You can keep 'em.

[Ginny] I don't buy that my mom doesn't believe in having big dreams.

So, like our parents?

♪ New style, y'all ♪

Not really. Just normal.

Why can't you be cool like Georgia?

I just had a thought. Why don't I chaperone the sleepover with you?

Just wanna let you know that your mom is a total smokeshow.

I'll die if I do go.

Mm. Babysitters.com. Got a hot date?

Maybe we just need to chill out.

Please. You hate that I'm making friends

Come in! Join us!

♪ I've got nothing else to lose ♪

[Abby] Sit down.

♪ Now kick, now kick, now kick, now kick ♪

Shut up about my hair.

If you don't take seven AP classes, they label you a problem,

Maybe I shouldn't have made him come to this.

Am I that awful? Have I embarrassed you that much?

♪ No one here's being fooled ♪

These Ray-Bans?

[Hunter] Hey, gals. Mind if I get one with Ginny?

[rock music plays in distance]

Mom, stop staring at me. It's creepy.

Hey, it's her loss.

-Yeah. -He's fun. He's easy. Goes to bed early.

♪ Oh, I know I'll do in time ♪

Yeah, can you imagine?

Thanks. Ginny's really lucky to have you.

[Georgia] Yeah, when I'm fine, I sob uncontrollably.

Tell the truth or get mauled by a bear!

who shares everything in a gross way that reminds me I'm gonna die alone?

[groans loudly]

[chuckles lightly]

[jaunty theme music plays]

This is my worst nightmare.

♪ A set of those diamonds The diamonds that glare as you stare ♪

I don't know, but there's a vibe at rehearsal.

-[Marcus grunts] -[thuds]

We did something right.

-I really, really appreciate this. -Don't say another word.

♪ Lately, I've been fine I've been filling up my free time ♪

And don't flirt with the students or other parents.

[motorcycle engines revving]

Are you kidding? That was lit.

Oh, wait, wait, wait. I have a great idea. Oh my God. You're gonna love this.

I knew you'd wanna dance to this one. It's one of our faves.

What are you doing hiding in here, weirdo? Why's your hair wet?

You put your heart on the line.

-Your hands are super soft. -Thanks! It's my skin.

Hey, what's up?

[Abby squeals] Oh my God!

They want you to fit into a neat, little, predetermined box.

♪ Did ya hand that in? ♪

Don't cry over spilled condiments.