Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, it's definitely not.

Are you guys okay?

Yeah, well, you were pretty great with Luke today.

Putting my own skepticism about that remark aside for just a moment...

You know what I want to know, is why these two are so smug.

- Not really. - Well, I meant for me.

...or "-ships."

I don't know. Getting drunk and passing out on Thanksgiving?

Don't worry about it. I just...

Just let me grab my shoes.

What if she says no? She's on the title too. What if she won't sell?

- Hate it. - He kept calling me Juju...

Oh, my God! You guys, I just ran into Betsy on the elliptical trainer.

Well, apparently some of us are on Central time.

Look, I'm really sorry.

Dude, you have to get in.

It's just that it meant nothing.

I just don't know if he's ever gonna figure that out.

We know sincerity isn't your strong point.

- Cohen! - Right. I'm sorry. And I'm sorry.

Then I became homeless, and suddenly not so funny.

- Maybe next test? - Maybe.

You know, I never liked flash cards. They never worked for me.

He's trying to replace my mom.

So you're not feeling well?

- Okay, let's just not do this. - How about a black eye for the queer guy?

What are you doing Friday night?

At a certain point, you have to trust the other person.

First Summer and Anna. Now you and Luke.

Everybody's gonna be staring at me and talking.

No, because obviously you already know about that one.

Not my husband.

- Seemed nice, yeah. - And I'm sure his dad was out of town?

Sorry I'm late. I slept through my alarm.

My dad can find you a house.