Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No one who carries that much tension in their neck could ever be, like, fun.
Eat shit, everyone who ever fucking doubted us!
You know she's only in the running because her dad died.
-Wear something loose. -Yes!
Look, I mean, I love you,
-Yes! -Yeah…
Should I tell her this is the best thing that could have possibly happened
No, I know.
But I guess you know what to do with this friendship, the fourth D.
If I'm not back in 30 minutes, call the Coast Guard. Bombs away!
Shit, girl, what's going on? Your snatch run away?
Because there is no good news. She's still going to Rutgers.
Hey! You wanna be boyfriend and girlfriend?
All right. That's it. We're driving her home.
Fine. But if my crank isn't in your stank by midnight,
-Yeah, baby. -[soft music plays]
[sighs] Okay, here we go.
then why is Gandalf drowning in hobbit twat?
It's time to announce your Prom King and Queen.
Oh!
I'm Bogart Saint-Humphrey of the Horsefuck Falls Saint-Humphreys.
-Yep, little bit. [laughs] -Shit!
[laughs] Whoa! You really like Rochelle. You've got a big, fat crush.
Oh no. Pete, bud,
Yeah. To us.
Nope. Nope. That crosses a line for me, let's do something else.
Yeah, well, if we're not cool,
Aww. You like me. [chuckles]
Well, I honestly assumed you hated me because I'm bad at my job
What's going on with you, Sonya? I know you lost your job, but this seems--
with your hilarious inside jokes about me.
You're already going to Rutgers with the love of your life.
Well, have you considered texting Danielle a hundred times in a row?
-The name's Cleopatra Dickens. -Great name.
Now we don't have to pretend to be happy.
I'm going to Rutgers, baby, to be with you.