Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This punch is awful, Marion.

Oh, by the way, Arlene, double congratulations.

- Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. - So was she.

The winner and her escort will rule over teen heaven

the principal asked me to tell you something. You're all expelled.

Go on, Howard. It'll make her happy. She hasn't danced all night.

- We men call it "eating crow." - Howard.

Is something wrong with the punch?

There's an oak tree outside.

- Maybe I do. - Well, maybe I do too.

- How was I supposed to know that? - Yeah.

- Joanie, are you still in there? - Yes.

That's why I didn't wear my halo.

Okay, everybody, let's settle down here. A little quiet, please.

- Yeah. He's right. Come on. - Come on.

will share a solo dance with their escorts.

They would've made more money

Oh, Howard, why don't you ask Mrs. Frawley to dance?

That's enough. You gotta dance. You gotta dance.

Marion, we're chaperones.

You're the one who broke up, remember?

I guess you'll want your ring back.

I guess so, as long as we're breaking up.

Hey, Fonz, boy... Say, boy, you really... Boy...