Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...you would tell me, right?
You know, I was happy when you came home.
Go home. I don't have anything to say to you.
I was just making some grits.
Call it willful naiveté, call it bleary-eyed optimism.
- Calc exam. - Calc exam?
Then you can't let Matt's relationship with Maya Griffin stand in your way.
Speaking of school, shouldn't you be going back to yours soon?
Don't tell me you're gonna spy on them.
Yeah. I'll call you when I find him.
- It's his daughter, Maya. - She's a stripper too?
You sounded really weird on the phone.
Oh, that's Maya Griffin.
- Looks like you've got a fan. - Oh, great.
No.
I wouldn't do anything about them.
But, you know, I turned on the Cohen charm, as usual...
Oh, yeah, we totally power-bonded.
I saw you there.
Let's get you down from there. We can talk about it later, okay?
- It's none of your business. - I was sharing my opinion.
- You wanna answer that? - Not really.
Johnny, just come down.
Go away! Leave me alone!
I was thinking more like bonfire and tequila.
- Well, I finally heard from Dr. Roberts. - That's great.
That's the guy I remember from two years ago.
Then you are officially exonerated.
I'm a social outcast with a mumbling problem.
Maybe start with dinner?
Well, there is. The head of the board, Henry Griffin...
It was just...
There's a sale at Paul Frank if you wanna go.
...I have never been as bad off as you.
...you have to go for it.
Thesaurus again.
- You're just realizing this now? - lf we go to college together...
You've got this natural confidence.