Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, I reckon she could spit tobacky at me

[chuckling] Well, uh, technically, a wizard.

I'm trying to see how many eggs I can fit in my mouth,

while I pan for gold inside your guts.

-The name's Bogart. Bogart Saint-Humphrey. -Ooh!

[soft rock music plays]

So you've been laughing about me behind my back for 50 years?

Thank you, Petra.

I floated that in a group text and everyone got mad at me.

"We are pleased to offer you admission…" Oh, my God!

I mean, come on, we're in high school.

Let's wait till tomorrow.

And the best part is that it's rigorous and requires constant maintenance.

Okay. Well, you seem upset.

[chuckles, groans]

-that's nurtured at a very young age. -Oh, Pete. [laughs] No, no, no.

I just spelled out the words "Austin Powers"

-[laughs] I'm sorry. I don't believe you. -She is.

You look so beautiful tonight.

Man, I really thought they loved each other.

Oh, Pete. Get your gorgeous ass over here.

[Nadja sniffles]

you should spend looking at your inbox.

Hey, ho! Wap! Wap! Wap!

-You-- You first. -No, you can.

Okay, you clearly use your keyboard as a plate for many a croissant, and--

ferkin', fuckin' perfect, fuckin' round fuckin' ass taken?

You and Rochelle have been going back and forth on this for years.

Where do you want me to cum? On your back or in your hair?

Yeah, but it wasn't serious, we were just hooking up.

Pete, don't report me, you sexpot. Byeee.

She's on prom court and we need an outfit.

"Pussy slaying suspect

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