Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Your perv of a roommate taped us in your bed, Jug.

Silent alarm. I have it synced to alert me of any intruders.

Yeah, or maybe they make me the scapegoat who goes down for all this.

-Oh, my God. -And barred from attending senior prom

That's not bad, Bret.

You could stay here, if you want, Mr. Bishop.

there was a videotape.

but it's time I ship out.

Are you kidding me?

Unless I was out doing some dumbass thing.

Oh, right. I did do that.

[knocking at door]

-Couple more days, she says. -Got you.

[Betty] If that tape exists--

[Frank] Hey, by the way, I meant to ask you,

We didn't go to New York on business.

Mr. Chipping. Maybe.

His muscles will atrophy.

No, you're not.

to celebrate the fact that we all got into Harvard.

What kind of problems?

felt like he had an albatross around his neck.

The restoration of the rightful natural order of the world.

-[students exclaiming] -A hit on Mr. Jones. Point to Weston Wallis.

We have missing students, evil preppies, dead writers, a teacher's suicide.

[cell phone vibrating]

We're not gonna need rounds.

What the hell are you doing here?

Well, then that's where we start.