Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You do that, and I'll keep quiet about the rest.

No, it's about me.

- But I thought it was good. - I thought it was amazing.

What do you want from me?

- Remember what I used to always get? - Gold Medal Ribbon.

That'd look great on a bumper sticker.

- She asked you to dinner? - She did.

Finally. You're home. What'd you do, take the scenic route?

We have to bend the rules if we wanna win the game.

- Hi, Ryan. Feel like a bagel? - I do. Thank you.

- I was doing yoga, plus I had bad gas. - Gross.

I'm gender-blind, that's the thing.

Good. Just making sure you're staying afloat. I know you got lots of stress.

Seth is really into that movie.

- Johnny, just come down! - What's that?

Look, we have to be honest with each other, or this is never gonna work.

My Brown interview did not go so well. Actually, it didn't go at all.

What's the matter? Let me guess, Marissa or Johnny.

If you don't stop, you'll turn into one of those creepy men...

I told you to stay away from me, and you showed up at my house.

- It's Proust. - See?

In all my years of loving ladies and getting nothing in return...

- What do you say? - Okay.

That's fine. Let's go downstairs.

- I got scared. - Scared?

- What? He's gone? - Yeah.

Something about a tractor-trailer accident.

Hey, Marissa! Marissa!

- All right, I'll work on my excuse. - That's a good idea.

She needs to figure out her relationship with Johnny, pronto.

Oh, great. Now we have to ply more people with women and liquor.

Once and for all.

I mean, she screwed up, but she's still pretty much a kid.