Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and it starts to snow, and we fall to the ground,

30's when women go baby crazy and start making lists

I am writing you a song.

Actually, Kimmy, I've got some ice right here.

I'm getting my diploma, I have a boyfriend,

Stop talking, Titus, you're ruining this for me.

I need to get these feelings out.

This is a real apartment.

I need to sneak this bicycle inside.

and I finally have a bra that fits right,

And I would've made sure she was here today,

Right. All those songs from the last 15 years you didn't know.

And now you're crying, thinking about the passage of time.

Yeah? Psht, what?

30? Whoop, that's a big one.

And my assistant bought the presents for Kimmy.

In New York? At night?

who, shocker, didn't show up today?

What the ham sandwich are you doing here?

- What the heck, Kymmi? - This was my mom's.

Fine, I'll just kick you with the other foot then.

I don't have any friends.

All the monsters at work will laugh at me, like...

I'm having a heart attack.

I'm just blowing in the wind.

is it pronounced fortay or fort?

I also don't know his name.

Are you gonna be back in time to help me set up for the party?

and I would not wish that on anyone.

Not. I did not.

I beat that bitch with a bat

'cause no woman ever invented anything.

No, no, I mean that chap.

Are you making that up just because

My dad won't let me do anything because of you.