Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You are the supreme Radcliffe smart-ass.

I didn't think it would be like this.

My great-grandfather happened to give the thing to Harvard.

Look, Miss Cavalleri, I told you, my name Is Oliver.

Yeah, I know the one. Real tight-ass.

-...not bad. - Oh, Jenny, come on!

- Come on, Arthur, let's go! - Are you a dirty player?

- He's not a priest. - He is to me.

I want to get my letter with everyone else, please.

He said "sacred." The priest.

...for as long as possible.

I see. Thank you.

Yeah, I've noticed you hate making dean's list and being All-Ivy.

Well, yeah, for a second, I clutched.

- Hey, Jenny, you won't laugh. - What?

- You were first in the class? - Not quite.

- Who's Phil? - My father.

- When you were on your ass. - Thanks for coming.

Someday, you're gonna have to come up with the courage to admit you care.

What are you talking about?

Well, we're kind of negative on it.

and that you're going to go on to law school.

- I will never talk to him. - Please, can't you just do it for me?

Definitely. Not interested.

You're a heartless bastard.

Oh... Well, we've got to take care of those.

I'm studying. I am, amn't I? I'm studying. I am, amn't I?

Hey, where's the old Radcliffe confidence?

Hey, watch your language. There's a grownup present.

Jenny, I can't believe he liked my instant poverty.

But... tell me. Is it... What's the word?

I mean... I know that I love not only you,

- Come on, Jenny! - Oh, come on.

By the authority vested in me by the commonwealth of Massachusetts,

You're under the mistaken impression that I wanted to make love to you.

Your rebellion.

What do I do? What can I do for Jenny?

- She's in the downstairs phone booth. - Where is that?

See, I think you're scared.

I want you to be merry.

Hello, darling.

How many people do you know have to cope with a Barrett Hall?

- Always running the show. - She may succeed.

Yeah. We're supposed to play, but I think I'll cancel it.

Couldn't you just tell me over there?

What are you doing New Year's Eve?

But I said you wouldn't mind.

You're going back to Cranston, Rhode Island, to bake cookies?

- OK. OK, you look terrible. - No, I do not look terrible.

I thought you wanted to spend it with me.