Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

she was buffing the nightstand, and she just kept on buffin'.
Tell me now so that we don't have to talk anymore. Ever.
Let's all have fries, huh? Let's all have fries!
I mean, I'm the one who's sick. Right?
You're so damn cute.
What? I don't even know you.
You think you're talkin' to Turk, don't you? Idiot.
that I'll never say again.
You don't have to talk to me. Just wave if you're gonna give me a ride home.
I didn't ask him to walk me home!
I'm hearing the hate, but I'm not seeing the hate. You...
How about I tell your parents the prescription's will be given
Hey, we're kinda in the middle of something here!
- Looking good, Janitor. - Well, thank you, petite lady.
But if I say no, then I'm all like,
He took me to a bar.
- That's you on a horse? - It's a steed, sir.
Maybe you'd rather just stay in tonight...
- I'm goin' home. - Who do you think you're talkin' to?
Brain space.
Hey, you could turn his room into a gym.
One day I'll get it. I doubt it.
It's a good day.
Cos if it's not, I could, of course, text you on my BlackBerry or
with you putting any poison you want into your body,
... grow old together...
Oh, my God.