Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Some people. Other people, who knows?

I can't believe you were spying on us.

Or I'm playing Words with Friends with Longinus.

Look at that. Look at that.

You don't trust bad boys, and yet you married one.

Huge stoner, always walking around in his army jacket with his muscles...

Why did you just delete a text from Uncle Mitchell?

They're still mad at me for writing on the dry-erase board with a permanent marker.

- Thank you, Mom. - He's so judgy about those things.

Mom, this is a college class. I'm not in the third grade.

I think she snooped on my phone, read some of my e-mails.

I told you he was gonna ask.

- Riding our bikes to Xander's. - What are you doing there?

I have tracked Luke's cell phone, and he is nowhere near his friend Xander's.

I still don't get it. Zombies don't move well. Vampires, maybe.

Because their hearts are filled with joy, not suspicion?

Okay, all right, okay.

- Wait a minute. Was that your drone today? - Were you spying on us?

He's lying. Look. His friend Sammy lives here.

I'm not proud of this, but the dream wasn't about Joe.

Says the guy who forced me to tell him our friend's secret.

- You mad at me or something? - I don't know.

- 100% your prerogative. - A woman.

- There's nothing to tell! - Tell me, tell me, tell me.

- I've heard murder confessions. - Really?

I love him, but he is a giant blabbermouth.