Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[laughing] Oh, my God. I still have his earlobe in my locket!

We slid here on our own discharge.

I think it's a great idea.

So you can tell me if any of the kids in your class are selling Quaaludes.

Okay, well, I'd rather you showed the whole class right now.

Ugh, my dad doesn't even have a private recumbent bike.

♪ Cafeteria Girls Life is their tray-hey-hey! ♪

We literally just broke up with our eighth-grade boyfriends.

[laughing] I know!

what's the target audience for Cafeteria Girls?

-[squeals] -You cannot spaz out like you usually do.

Holy snots, they're making out.

Jessi, what is this supposed to be?

So are you! You put in a tampon!

girls should be younger than their boyfriends.

Okay, homeroom was rough, but I can do math.

This class is way too hard.

And even though I was held back for a really funny reason,

-Now who's booing us? -Yeah, what's going on?

Are you kidding? You're like a hot, sexy cougar.

[both] ...we're making sustained eye contact with you guys.

The motion passes!

♪ It's all fish sticks, friends and fun ♪

Really? I like how she sings everything.

God, they make me feel twelve and a half again.

welcoming the seventh-grade girls to the school."

Kill the boy and fuck the parents.

Aw, you know what helps me study?

Well, joke's on you, sweetheart, 'cause that was a fake name.

This summer I went to camp. Um...

-[dryer blowing] -Reading you loud and clear, big mama.

[salaciously] Twelve years old.

Indeed! Yes! Why don't you follow my fat ass to the powder room?

But is that even possible?

I love you too! Who said that?

Yeah, like first or second, I would say.

Okay, this has been my time.

I keep reading the same paragraph, and it makes less and less sense.

[gasps] Oh, my God, is that Missy?

-I'm just-- -Relax, I'm skipping too.

-That's a strong choice. -But it worked. They think I'm rich.

Welcome to eighth grade, you girlbosses.

-...in Somalia. -What?