Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Michael, I don't do that.
Okay. I told Annette I wanted to be an astronaut...
- Well, get off, because- - Mom? Mom.
Hello? Donna, it's you!
that eventually I would need to take some cocoa on the go.
Eric, I want to go home.
( Waves Crashing )
A coincidence.
You're in big trouble, young lady.
You kids switch partners more than square dancers.
and come up with good synonyms for...
- Where's the notepad? - Here.
Work more, drank more, and slept with way more chicks.
Luke Skywalker is not-
Eric, after last year-
Look, Eric, just write her a letter.
Fine. We'll be upstairs.
Yeah. I mean...
Me too.