Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Believe me, I want to... be here, do things.

(Cassie) "And children laugh like death."

- To creep me out? - To help.

and start accusing me of beating on my daughter? That's all?

- Keith, did you take care of the fire exits? - Yeah.

Maybe I should get back to bio?

Well, I was just doing a poll.

Are you sure you're ready for this?

If you hold the end, you have the power, but no control.

- Ouch. - So you choke up.

She was special.

- What do you mean, "underground"? - I know you'll try to help...

- (Cassie) Well, I guess this is goodbye. - No. I mean, let me walk you home.

That's so cool. I'd do that, but my sister would be down my neck in a second.

A day and a half of researching, and we finally try looking up her.

Fine, hear me out. So you're hammering, right?

- It didn't matter what you did. - She just knew.

That's right. Dawn is my sister.

I need someone who understands these students.

- Mandell, shut up. - Sorry, dude, it's...

"My skin is milk for no man to drink."

You join chat rooms, you write poetry, you post Doogie Howser fanfic.

I guess that's another reason Mr Miller wanted me to see you.

I think this thing has a freakin' child lock on it.

Power, control. It's a trade-off.

- No, I don't think so. - Oh.

- I'm being stupid. - Sounds like your brother's pretty tough.

Have you talked to him? Have you told him how you feel?

He's not the one who does it.

I was just wondering if anyone had asked you to winter formal.

- So, what's on your mind? - On my mind?

It's a search engine. Look.

Please appear before us, and grant us with infinite riches,

- It'll probably be lame anyways. - Well, yeah, but lame is funny.

Her name is Cassie Newton. Please, do you know anything specific?

I know who you're talking about. She's some weirdo suicidal poet girl.