Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-"I can see through shit." -Yes, I can!

I've prepared dossiers on every school's forensics captain,

♪ Ti esrever dna ti pilf ♪

If you could get your hands around that thing.

and I think that she deserves the benefit of the doubt.

Yes, but in a hyper-capitalist framework,

Listen up, forensics warriors.

-You know Michelle. -Mm-hm.

and I was going to sit on the swings and memorize the Republican presidents.

to our list of low-rent Dekalb skips.

because you had more in common with her.

Did you know that the French call the moment of orgasm

I rely on Bowser, Terrance, Chuck, Perry D,

Miles and I had sex last night.

She at least acted like she was interested.

but an easy day worth of these folks is a pretty penny.

but actually, with all things considered, she's been pretty cool to me lately,

-[cell phone clicks] -[Blair] Ohhh.

You know, childlike things.

Sex has made you a little bit insufferable.

As you know by now,

I'm here for my free yogurt.

All you have to do is use this last bit of dirt.

and she drives around delivering yogurt to underserved youth.

-Win! -Oh. [squeals]

So you're contending that your mother was the victim?

Well, I'm not disappointed, honey.

What did you see the first time you came with Luke?

if you keep reminding me of all the super powers I don't have...

I mean, did you ever get close when he was going down on you?

Sure, mija, but I don't live in a zero-sum world.

I don't know if I can stoop that low.

She's up to something.

Or had an orgasm.

and showed him the notes in between takes, I mean...

and then also, you get to tell somebody exactly what it is you like.

Okay. What does that even mean?

♪ This the kinda beat that go ra-ta-ta ♪

She's bailing out hunger.

-You did? -Yes!

♪ I can show you what it's ♪

[both grunting]

You're her favorite.

♪ Boy, oh boy, it's good to know ya ♪

So, in conclusion, what my opponent said

You deserve to be with somebody

No, and don't make fun of me. Or Luke.

♪ Not about to see your light ♪

And having you there would only stress me out more.

Uh, garage. Privacy. Aluminum.

Please erase that interaction from your memory.

-You want me to drive you home? -No, the MARTA's right there.