Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Only if he's a boy.
- Big deal. - You bet it was.
Cornell goal, Cashay.
You'll be the first Barrett on the Supreme Court.
Oliver, please talk to him. Just say hello.
Thank God for that.
I quite agree. He's bound to be graduated with honors.
but you Barretts are so goddamn proud and competitive
- No, sir. - There really isn't any doubt.
Where the unfit, contrarious moods of men
- Yeah, but it's home. - Yeah.
Listen. let's forget about it. There's no problem, OK?
Please watch your profanity, preppie.
Jenny's the boss. Whatever she wants.
Hey, Simpson, let me sack on your couch.
Don't.
Well, I... I didn't necessarily mean the Catholic Church.
- Back at Radcliffe. - It's going to be OK, Jenny.
Sleeping.
you must be screwing somebody.
I, Jennifer Cavalleri, take you, Oliver Barrett,
- I'm in the penalty box. - What?
- Not anymore. - Yes, you are, in mind.
What number is the A-major concerto?
That's more than they give me.
He's not going to be satisfied till he cuts them off.
You look stupid and rich.
Up yours.
I forgot my key.
Oh, yes, yes. Congratulations.
- Never. - Oh, that's casual.
Jenny?
- More than the All-Ivy title? - Hell of a lot more.
Yeah, but why is it that I suddenly wish my name
- Of Cranston, Rhode Island. - How interesting.
and he'll still going to resent you because you were a Harvard jock!
Will you stop referring to his father as a windmill?
Get up.
- Kiss me. - I was carried away.
there was another world better than this one.
So his not-so-great grandson would be able to get in.
The point doesn't concern the young lady. It concerns you.
Even sooner.
- In a way. - Come on, he must be proud as hell.
Oh, damn it. I don't know what's wrong with this engine.
And his buddy, too. He's a very nice guy.
I...
- There's no poetry in OK. - Screw poetry, Oliver.
A father's love is something to cherish and respect.
It's siesta time. I've got 45 minutes.
OK.
I don't like to have to put out "X" amount of achievement every term.
That we're gonna graduate and go our separate ways,
You want to marry me?
Pastries! And don't make fun of my father.
- Because I'm asking you to. - You're commanding me!
The hospital.
You're presenting us with a fait accompli, are you not?
Why?
I fail to see how marrying a beautiful and brilliant
Thank you, father, but the doctor took care of it.
Normal. OK, I'll be as normal as hell.
No, sir, not yet.
Pay attention, will you?
You, after all, You're going to be the merry widower.
Hordes in Ithaca?
Look, we're allowed to use the Radcliffe Library.
- You're a known quantity, Barrett. - Meaning?
Yes.