Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, it looks perfect to me.

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

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

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

What if she doesn't show?

-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

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

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

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

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

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

-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?

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

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

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

You Know Who Loves The Walkmen?

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

Uh, it's all right.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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