Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ooh. Absolutely. We need to toast to quitting, slash, getting fired. To independence.

Look, you do the first half of the assignment, then I'll go over it before I put it together with mine.

-Oh, I'm not changing for you. -For who then, Summer?

After that, my parents had enough, said, "Go away, get a job, move out," which I did.

As a girl, I feel I should probably warn you, that this whole little game you're planning,

-Oh, okay, it's two tickets to The Walkmen tomorrow night. -I'm not going to a concert with you, ass.

-There's a good way? -Talk to me about anything other than me. Go, give me anything.

My legs went numb, but we're cool. That's okay, right? That's normal?

Honey...When Jimmy went down, our marriage fell apart.

I have to ask Nat, the owner. But he's never here, so...

What if she doesn't show?

You Know Who Loves The Walkmen?

Well, it looks perfect to me.

Come on, I'm sor... Summer, just wait a second.

-Oh, my God. I am so sorry. -That was refreshing.

I'm not the one you should be telling this to.

That lab report Lindsay handed in, I'm afraid I'm not quite finished with it yet.

Uh, it's all right.

-I'm not going back to the office. I may tolerate Julie as my stepmother, but I will not suffer the indignity of her being

-Excuse me, ma'am. -Touch me again, I'll hurt you.

-So should we maybe exchange numbers or something? -For what?

-You know, say you were sorry. -Yeah, no, I know.

-But, thanks for getting me a seat. -No problem.

-Well, unless it's a plutonium-fueled car to take me back to last year so I can never date you, I'm not interested.

-I... am so sorry. Are you okay?

As much as I like you, Summer, you need to figure this out with him.