Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

God, I hate it.

Sweet 16, 10-year reunion parties.

You write your New Year's resolution on them,

This meeting is for Knights of the Night only.

And nobody talks me down like myself in a video talking me down.

That's real, real classy, Kevin.

but, it came and went and we're still together.

Why did we pretend like we work here?

My resolution is "Meet a loose woman."

Come on, here comes the airplane. There you go.

The index cards on your desk are resolution cards.

Or making love too beautifully.

There's always chicks at the rink.

And I must say that it is going immensely

But I always find myself throwing out half the food that I prepare.

I'll collect them, and then display the cards on...

the office administrator at Vance Refrigeration.

And did you get the tickets?

I gotcha, I gotcha!

Seriously, we are nothing like the Guardian Angels.

"Minutes from previous meeting, of Knights of the Night."

And if someone else is driving me to the book store,

I don't care whether you hate it, you said you'd do it!

Do you want to keep this?

But it's okay. I still have time.

It was insensitive and I am sorry.

Next year? Come on. I mean, what is the point?

And he roller skates like a Greek God. And you know what?

Since last year I ate none.

Can I get a flight home to Texas?

Oh, Pam? Soda. Caffeine.

Today will either be the best or the worst day of my life.