Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You loved Tiffany.
Oh, my God. Fern, are you okay?
I rocked your world? It beats football.
but the poor dear woke up with a blistering fever.
[CAMERA CLICKING]
Sit on it, Dane. Heh,heh,heh.
[CALL WAITING BEEPS]
but I know you.
Are you on the other line?
She tried, but there was nothing. Only sugary, sweet death.
I wouldn't be caught dead eating a greasy pizza.
One word and you perish.
Get rid of it. Sorry.
If I get a zit because of this-- I'm sorry.
[LAUGHING]
[MARCIE LAUGHING]
That's it. Liz is sick.
Now, Ms. Sherwood says you took Liz's assignments to her home.
They were afraid you were gonna electrocute yourself.
[J'J'J]
MARCIE: Ms. Sherwood, wait!
but I know you.
Julie, you're doing the right thing.
like everything is peachy fucking keen.
Pretty little Courtney.
It was just the four of you, right? Yeah.
Liz was a virgin.
[GIGGLES]
Don't go
No one knew, not even Marcie or Julie.
I don't know about you, but I would much rather be a flower.
*whispers* "eat.. shit♡"
Your ass is much too precious for vinyl.
To prom queens. Heh,heh,heh.
Maybe.
Mm-hm.
I don't care if your little sister locks herself in the kitchen freezer, Courtney Shane is priority one.
[GRUNTS]
And what was her thing?
[CRACKING]
My name's Violette. Fern was a childhood name,
Good idea. Kill me like you did Liz.
You know what I like to do when I get hot?
Do you know how girls sometimes kidnap their girlfriends on their birthdays?
The name says it all.
You remember the Tiffany concert? Ho-ho-ho.
Nobody's gonna believe that. There is no proof.
Courtney ruled with terror, but Liz ruled with kindness.
It doesn't quite all add up to me though.
It's a crazy world, Ms. Sherwood.
Nice meeting you-- Violette.
Pay attention to details. Look at my nails.
What? She looked at me.
Okay.
Do you know a girl named Fern? Fern Mayo?
I know this may be hard to understand.
It's weird, though. She told me she saw me twice in Grease.
I don't blame you for what you did.
she was sweet.
What? You cannot just call in sick for her. We have to tell somebody.
We never eat at lunch. Do you understand me?
Good morning, Vera. Miss Shane.
Of course not.
Meet your teen dream.
MARCIE: Stand straight.
[PHONE BEEPS]