Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

One of those girls hit me really hard. We should test for steroids.

The bracelet. She was wearing it, right? Pretty much like we're going out.

Hm. That much quality time with my mom would lead to some quality matricide.

A little shaky on the dismount.

- Well all of them, in fact. - You could?

People scoff at things like school spirit, but look at these girls giving their all like this!

- A fertility statue. You don't need to see it. - You know,

No. I believe that's your trick.

I told you, I'm trying out for the cheerleading squad.

What better way to celebrate than a romantic drive through...

and I have seen some pretty cringeworthy things, but...

The big "cheer queen".

And I'm, like, "I can go out. It's perfectly safe."

- You're afraid of her. - Amy?

Not even if it'd help me understand you.

So I'm just a figure of fun.

My dad is so impossible! He doesn't ever want me going anywhere.

- Amy. - You're leaning towards Amy?

I laugh in the face of danger. Then I hide until it goes away.

I don't care why. I care that you go on breathing.

- It wasn't exactly her. - I was my mom.

That's just mercury and nitric acid. Go to the science lab.

You were the first alternate. You are on the team now. You could be next.

You know, it might not physically kill you to give me a hand here.

Mom, you just don't get it. And believe me, you don't want it.

Ooh! These grapes are sour.