Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Every fight is not worth fighting. You're learning that--
Maybe, including you.
That ain't a lot syllables. Don't skip any. Get out of my sight.
I wish I had written it.
Thanks, Brian.
So what is this substitute person like?
She's just passing out something that our English class wrote.
Haiku poetry contains only seventeen syllables per poem.
She found herself walking down a crowded street.
My legs tangle with his.
I did it to wake you up. I did it to do something.
I want everyone to start over. From the beginning.
She slept in a lovely little cottage made of gingerbread and candy.
Save your life.
Yes. Will you shut up about it?
- Hey, it's Mr. Racine. - People that's enough.
Notice he didn't simply trash his father...
I mean, the stuff we wrote. It's in there.
Just this thing Angela wrote that I found.
Do you have to be the personal spokesperson for the entire school?
- If I may interject... - Mom!
- Not verbs. Not nouns. But? - Adjectives.
Whatever his name is. God, I wish I didn't know.
as I slip on another dress. I know this one will fit.
All that crap about honesty and truth. And he didn't even teach.
No, actually, he's a pretty cool guy.
- Not really. - You can owe me the money.
You've been talking about him for three days. I got to view this guy.
People are saying everything. That he was fired.
Look. I don't want to make trouble.