Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

in this ridiculous school making a ridiculous teacher's salary.
Toss it.
I'm gonna clean them and tighten the blades.
- How long have you been dating? - Why?
Can I get you something? We don't really have anything...
- What? - You're breaking up with me, aren't you?
- I left four messages. - I know. I've been meaning to call.
We could, except that Parents' Day is next Wednesday.
- Maybe add a few pompoms? - Hand them over.
Let's go.
All large enough for you to stuff and fry up...
What if we invite Max to go skating with us?
If I hadn't acted like a two-year-old and tried to run away...
That's because you're the nicest kid ever to walk the earth.
We're back in session.
- Why are you breaking up with him? - Because it's not working out.
Her dad's this bigwig at a huge pharmaceutical company...
but Hugh Grant should be feeling pretty good about himself.
You want me to serve a genetically engineered vegetable named after a butt?
I'd like to weigh in on the color subject.
Maybe we need to take a little time away from each other.
Yes, you are.
The entire school is talking about it. And what do I say? How do I defend this?
Yes, great. I know.
Excuse me.
Because I would've thought that blaming this on Rory...
I'm good, really.
What?
- Rory? - Yeah?
This is not the time for your jokes.
Thank you.
Is there something going on here that I don't know about?
- I'm sorry. - I was the one who started the kiss.
nervous-breakdown-let-me-start-again act and everything.
- Wait! - Mr. Medina's gonna be here any minute!
I'm glad.
that every writer should read some Proust every day.
What's going on?
- It worked. - Yeah.
and then you pull something like this?
Maybe it's time for the rules to change.
God, this is good.
Right.
Your mom, Mr. Medina, mouths open. I saw them.
Mister, wanna buy a really nice copy of Proust?
Why don't you call me Max? Just when we're out of school.
Are you sure?
- Hand them over. - Why?
I won't let you off that easily.