Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What is it?
Knock some sense into me.
the second annual Barbara Lee Ellis High School AV Club Film Festival
Guys, all eyes are on us. Let's do better.
God, this is fun. Oh my God, that guy looks exactly like Keanu Reeves.
Yeah, sure, of course.
-Oh. -Well, if it's gonna be on
I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry, baby.
[gulping]
[phone continues ringing]
And they want to come on the Girlfriend Minute
This is a winner.
[Johnny exhales]
[Tully] Hmm.
You are a badass.
and before you know it, daddy issues.
Johnny, do I have to actually touch the fish
-That limo from the airport was too much. -[sighs] It was nothing. You deserve it.
♪ Just like a circle 'round the sun ♪
Bullshit, dude. Your kid tripped my kid.
♪ Before I blow my mind ♪
Oh, hey, Eugene. Cappy Putts? That sounds fun.
It's not working, Tul.
No need. I'm fine.
I'll be at the game.
you inspire shouts of joy."
-Holy shit, you're pregnant. -I think I might be, Tull.
It's so great to see you so happy, Tull. All of your dreams came true.
[Marah] Daddy.
[slurping]
Even if it's the show I've always wanted, the price is just too high.
[Bud] Go to bed.
Oh, I'm so sorry that I'm not a professional camera lady.
No, not upstairs, Tallulah. I need to go home.
[inhales]
You know, that coward had the nerve to pretend not to know me this morning.
♪ Get on the floor Let's dance some more ♪
[Tully] Here.
-Probably because of my condition. -[Tully chuckles]
[breathing heavily]
Except if she was a pregnant housewife instead of a hooker.
[Johnny exhales]
What?
But I don't want you to worry. Nothing is gonna change for you.
-Sorry about that. -Don't be.
You're a Firefly Lane girl on a New York adventure.
You gotta put your back into it, Carol.
Using Mr. Garfield's classroom is a sacred trust.
He's my husband,
you don't need to be scared to talk to me on air. I don't bite.
my dad and I could pick you up, and we could--
And you have an in with the mini golf thing.
[exhales]
[Kate] Thank you.
-♪ Where my song has just begun… ♪ -[door opens, shuts]
Wow.
Kate Mularkey is a stone-cold fox, and she loves mini golf.
And a damn good one.
I swear.
♪ Please die for me Yeah, yeah ♪
Single mother, real loser type, probably into drugs, or… or… or worse.
Don't be scared.
Shit. He's not doing any better?
-Why would he do that? -I don't know.
even the smells.