Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Let's go to hell.
I'm 13 years old.
- You're kidding, right? - No.
It's been forever since I had to court a chick...
It's a tunnel. There's no magical "Weed Only" sign at the entrance.
I was weak. I was dishonest.
Celia, can we borrow you for just a minute?
Thank you for coming.
Hey, there's no meat anywhere in there, right?
- They're 13 years old. - They're in my grade.
I did. Everybody seems to like them.
It's bullshit.
Depends on the party.
- No girls. - There was a girl.
Yeah, I gave you the wrong sandwich. My bad.
She's losing her shit. Clock strikes 18 and I'm done.
Things with Doug.
This is my cousin Amparo.
Together.
We're going to need your room vacant within the hour.
...with your sleeping at some boy's house they've never met.
I'm gonna write you up on Chowhound.
Don't pull that Mexican shit with me.
Oh, cool.
- Right. - Okay. So here it is.
Yeah, I got nothing for that.
Maybe I should buy her scented body wash.