Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, Peter Piper Picked A Pepper, I Guess I Did.
Is it about who wears the nicest clothes?
Funny. What's your problem?
Me, too.
We could get out of here.
I'd be scarfing up everything in sight.
And it's in the Valley.
God, Dad! I won't be too late, I'm sure.
Suzi, pass the chips, will you?
Hello.
He makes my mouth water.
God, this stuff is so gross. How could people eat that?
Yeah, but blimps don't get to go with Tommy.
No way, Bob!
-There's more. -At the top of the hour...
Yes...
Sounds good.
Come on, Skip. Let's go dance.
-They're cute, aren't they? -Yeah, so swell.
Beats me, love, but let me know when you decide.
He just said it one day, you know?
Or was it the march on Washington?
I see.
Hit me with that brick. I'm dying.
-What the hell's the matter with you? -Fuck you, too.
When can I see you again?
Randy is totally special to me, Stacey...
I'm getting very excited about this. So just hang on.
Do I still look that way?
-Please put the top up? -Hope you don't mind if I change--
-Get out of the fucking car, shit. -Are you bad, man?
I don't think so.
I'm sure. Move.
What?
He's that guy from Hollywood.
-What? -I won't tell anybody if you don't.
Hey GP Fuck off, like totally, For Sure
-Just put me out of my misery. -Come on, man.
Yeah? That's easy.
Watch this.
I can’t believe I went 0-7 this weekend
Far out.
I mean, this guy, Randy, is filling her head with air.
It wasn't that. It was just that he was different, that's all.
And Julie took me home.
The point is, what difference does it all make?
Go home, Randy.
-Who's that? -Don't know.
God! You are so weird. Go away.
-Hello. -Hello.
-Very immature. -I'll start my diet tomorrow.
Total bad news.
Did you get in trouble the other night?
if anyone on Earth, outside this car, finds out about this.
Hey, Julie, I asked Arthur to the prom.
Where, at the zoo?
Steve, we're out of the A, the B-12, and the D, and the C.
I love you.
-This isn't the Age of Aquarius. -I would that it were.
I mean, you were just her age when I met you.
It's like we're linked, or something. I'm starting to sound like my parents.
You act like it's your prom.
-I don't think I want to hear this. -We have no secrets in this family.
It's called A Million Miles AwaY.
Who could make up, "That stuff tastes like Clorox"?
Girls, we must fuck him.
Why don't you just punish me like Stacey's parents do?
You don't have places like this in the Valley, do you?
Oh, God, check out those pecs!
It doesn't have to be, Stacey.
You feel so good.
I got it.