Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I mean, she screwed up, but she's still pretty much a kid.
- Johnny, just come down! - What's that?
I told her.
- All right, I'll work on my excuse. - That's a good idea.
What do you want from me?
She needs to figure out her relationship with Johnny, pronto.
That'd look great on a bumper sticker.
You do that, and I'll keep quiet about the rest.
What's the matter? Let me guess, Marissa or Johnny.
Look, we have to be honest with each other, or this is never gonna work.
Good. Just making sure you're staying afloat. I know you got lots of stress.
Hey, Marissa! Marissa!
- Hi, Ryan. Feel like a bagel? - I do. Thank you.
So don't come.
Seth is really into that movie.
We have to bend the rules if we wanna win the game.
I'm gender-blind, that's the thing.
- But I thought it was good. - I thought it was amazing.
In all my years of loving ladies and getting nothing in return...
- It's Proust. - See?
- Julie. - Hi.
Finally. You're home. What'd you do, take the scenic route?
I told you to stay away from me, and you showed up at my house.
My Brown interview did not go so well. Actually, it didn't go at all.
- What do you say? - Okay.
- She asked you to dinner? - She did.
No, it's about me.
That's fine. Let's go downstairs.
Oh, great. Now we have to ply more people with women and liquor.
- Remember what I used to always get? - Gold Medal Ribbon.
- What? He's gone? - Yeah.
- I got scared. - Scared?
Something about a tractor-trailer accident.
- I was doing yoga, plus I had bad gas. - Gross.
Once and for all.
If you don't stop, you'll turn into one of those creepy men...