Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Guess I'm not all smart like you.

Breathe. Shh. Just breathe.

No, I have not.

No, I couldn't possibly.

# Love thee more dearly #

Lindsay, I need like 20 minutes, all right?

please speak now or forever hold your peace.

Abby! My trip... it doesn't come back until tomorrow.

I could make you feel so good.

In your dreams, douche bag.

Liberally any time

Fuck you! We need to make eight gallons of bug juice by snack hour.

Do you want my sweatshirt?

I have to get used to saying ex, ex, ex.

You listen to me, Mr. Kickass.

Fine, you're right. I'll find the son of a gun.

Because I couldn't hide from him.

Ignore that last comment.

Guys, I'm gonna catch up with you later, okay?

But I want you to share it with me.

Cause I have something at 11

I don't know who he is, but I do know this.

It's the last day of camp. It's not gonna work for me.

Cat got your tongue, Andy? What is it?

Good one, Beth.

but see if you can follow me here.

- Yeah. - What is it then? like a couple minutes?

Come on, do something. Or get the fuck off the stage!

I have to get used to saying X, X, X.

McKinley's a fag.

Hi, mom. Could you get dad?

And I don't care that you're bowlegged and bilingual.

Right. Thanks for everything.

I kind of paved the way with that one, but...

Alive. We want him alive.

So I say, when those anonymously evil campers from Tiger Claw get here,

we sail on aboard the good ship Firewood...

- It's true. - I know.

Uh, I just got... I don't have time now.

And if you can't handle that, then to hell with you!

Clean it up and come to my office for the meeting.

also possibly a meteor in the evening sky.

flourish all the days of their lives.

- I thought this was a different bunk. - No.

I want you inside me What?

We have a lot of hard work ahead of us. A few ground rules...

So, obviously I think we should get together in the city next weekend.

- Ah! point taken. - Okay. Tonight...

Okay. Okay. Later, then.

Okay, okay. Okay, cool.

- No offense. - None taken.

Hey, let's all promise that in ten years from today we'll meet again...

- When would we say that? - Any time.

Director/choreographer of the talent show?

- Hi, guys. - Hey, Beth.

Great, 'cause I have something at 11:00.

Guess I’m not all smart like you Guess I’m not all smart like you

Bend over, yes. Take 'em off, take 'em off. Yes! Yes!

Excuse me. Uh, Nancy.

But we were into some heavy shit.

Say I wanted to get a book on, um...

Good morning, everybody.

Fuck you, dyke!

# Taking it higher and higher #

outcast, loose cannon?

# We're friends friends, friends #

No, no, it's all right.

I'm speaking from personal experience, but if you can't carry a tune...

You could just go ahead and fuck yourself!

And I'm just saying, worry no more.

I love sluts. Sluts rock. It's just gotta be the right slut.

Okay, so I'm Ron and I'm calling you. Here we go. Ring, ring.

Okay? All right.

- What? - Hey, guys.

Does she want to fuck me? Is that what she was asking you about?

Or as we used to call it The Union of American Hebrew congregations

Hey, Gene. Any mashed potatoes?

- Where are the crayons? - The crayons are...

Have a great winter! I'm gonna go hump the fridge!

Why does she still have her clothes on?

because that woman is not your plaything.

So, this is where I come when I want to think.

- Hi, Nancy. - Hi, Katie.

I want to make love to you!

Coop, I don't know what to say.

what I had to go through to see you?

And you don't want to be the one person...

- Beth, will you help us? - Anything you need.

Of course I'm kidding.