Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I know. I'm not saying I might not get weird about it again...
- We're sharing the same brain. - Not me and Marissa.
You can't fight fate, man.
...maybe after school we could go play a little bit of Jenga. Yeah?
I can't believe you stole it. You read it.
But I guess people can be really unpredictable.
Hey, Dad.
New guy shows up. Violent. Angry.
Fajitas are served.
- Good. This is my friend Danny. - Hey. How are you? I'm Sandy.
Can I have an orange-peel smoothie with a splash of pineapple, please?
- Look, I'm sorry. - I can't do this anymore.
What would we fight about? We like the same things, have the same interests.
We don't know anything about running one.
So order up some martinis and meat loaf. We got ourselves a restaurant.
- Mr. Chuckle! - No! Oh, my God.
God, I don't give a rat's ass. If Caleb sees that house empty...
I don't think I need to explain what a serious offense this is.
- Go what? - Gotta go embrace the friend.
Or you could break into the file room and steal his bio. Or you can be a grownup...
But if you could just give me a chance, Ryan.
- It's ridiculous. - That sounds terrible.
Right? Being obvious, there's no accomplishment in that.
That's even less likely than lunch.
- I'm sorry. - We are too.
I never really wanted to be a financial planner. Or a thief.
It was crazy.
She said that about me, that she thinks I'm the funniest guy ever?