Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-What do you suggest I do? -I suggest you find a way to make it up to Kirsten now.
-Well, hypothetically? -You know what? Don't answer. Just go to the concert alone.
-Seventeen. -What?! Really? You don't go to school?
Ryan, could you quit fretting over your nerd gear for like five seconds?
-Ryan, what would you like? -You buying?
-I... I was using the Canadian spelling. -Oh, you're using the Canadian spelling, eh?
-So this whole night wasn't just a plan to get me back? -No, absolutely not.
-You don't want to know the pay, the hours, job description? -No, I'm good.
Yeah, I know, with the creek and the no paddle.
I don't know.
You want to go in, watch the band?
-Okay, fine. What do you call this? -Thanks.
I'm just going to ring out my shirt and stuff toilet paper up my nose, and I'm sure I'll have no trouble fitting in now.
-Ryan, the whole geek routine--it was really amusing at first, but I think you're taking things a little bit too far. -Thi
-Kirsten is taking care of all of that. -Well, she can't do everything.
-I was just like you. -Really? You were assaulted by the Captain of the water polo team.
-Well, I wasn't. -I was being sarcastic. -I wasn't.
-Yeah, I have to, uh, get a rhinoplasty, but now I'll look just like all the other girls here.
Well, coming from the guy who married Julie Cooper, that's saying something.
What if, after all this, she never knows the blood and sweat and-and other people's pee that went in to getting her those tick
-Uh... I'm meeting my lab partner. I've got this physics assignment. -On a Saturday?
-You read the paper? -Just the L.A. Times, the New York Times, the Orange County Register and The Wall Street Journal.
-Bye, Dad. -Bye, sweetheart.
He only listens to Kirsten and Sandy.
I just didn't want to keep him waiting. That'd be selfish.