Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...sweet couch.

who probably won't be ready to have kids for another ten years.

Standing up against the wall, you holding me up. What do you say, Romeo?

What's the happy-haps?

I'm late, I don't have time to eat.

By the end of that night, I was back up to a dollar.

Today, I had to sink or swim all on my own and guess what?

- Thought you said there'd be bitches. - We just got here. Look around.

What is wrong? Is it because I called you Smelliot?

nose hairs to here, who start every sentence with a very elegant...

I guess around here, you have to be prepared for anything.

I don't want to make any promises

I won't, sweetie. Trust me.

If they do, you'll just end up standing in the corner, watching.

Actually, he did give me a dollar every time I got depressed.

- You're an actor. - You're a fireman.

"He can't even see the little boy. And now look,