Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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