Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I took Psych 1.

If you're gonna publish, you gotta have data.

Why am I racing for pinks?

Little brother, I don't know why you're acting like this.

Let's go home, Cam.

The hell I will!

Tweet, tweet, tweet-tweet

and then we're gonna take a Peace Corps plane to Hawaii.

You're not as young as you used to be. Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho!

What glasses? Hey!

I just want you to know how proud I am to have you as my big sister.

The wine waiter.

Okay. I'm not racing if Cheryl's in the car.

But if I can't stop Cheryl from marrying Bob, it will be.

That's why we got the stopwatch.

What's the matter?

- Come on, you guys. That's not nice! - Give it back to me!

Miss May looks pretty fresh to me.

I wouldn't date any of those weenies.

What are you talking about? The bruise on Cheryl's neck.

Every little bird in the tall oak tree

Coastliner for Santa Barbara, San Luis Obispo, and San Francisco...

Ready, get set, go!

In the blink of a cosmic clock, I went from quantum physicist...

Let's go! Oh, yeah!

I met her at the car auction. She offered to wax my hood.

Your... first guy friend?

Ah, young love. There's nothing like it.

- Race him for pinks, Sam. - What?

I guarantee it. Oh, what do you know?

- Sorry. - That's four cleaning ladies since October.

We're gonna go right after the honeymoon.

and watch Cheryl trying all this stuff on?

would start precisely at 2:07...

I mean, you've never seen a woman throw herself at a guy in a Rambler. Never!

And by the authority vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife.

too ashamed to tell anyone.

They're around here somewhere.

and make a difference in the lives of people less fortunate than ourselves.

Now and forever