Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What if someone saw us? Oh, my God, what are we gonna do?
- Do you mind? - No, no, go ahead.
I want these candles out of here before you burn the whole house down!
We're hanging out tonight, right?
No dates, no boys.
We have a little problem, girls. It's called Lloyd Buttinger.
- Why don't you just drop dead? - Savage wit.
Don't you get dizzy constantly looking down on her?
What the hell are you doing, young lady?
Yeah? And who are you?
and he rubs himself on my ass.
- He grabbed me. - So she busted his nose.
Mr. Parks, this is Rita's mother...
Hello.
- I don't even know your name. - She says the next morning.
Is that someone sure?
What is that over there?
Maddy, drive.
- Didn't they send you away? - Fuck you!
You know, you just don't appreciate your value as a woman.
Ready? One, two, three.
- Shit! I'm gonna pull over. - No, you're not!
Do you mind if I sleep on your floor tonight?
- So is this good-bye? - It depends on how many bottles I find.
You don't believe Rita. She's emotionally unstable.
- Get dressed. We'll be late for school. - I'm getting a ride...
- He brought this on himself. - He is not the point. We are!
All right.
AJune sky.
You don't have to obey her. You can pull the car over.
Do you wanna come inside my house
- He doesn't give a shit about Goldie. - He's her father!
You hear me?
- I'm sorry. - Yeah, me too.
Look, I heard what happened.
Are you sure?
I got everything. I got 'em. I got 'em.
How could you just do that and not tell me?
Figure I need $50 before I move on.
Fuck.
Last year we had one of these ribbits jump off...
Let's go.
What class should you be in?
Good.
I'm calling the police.
Somewhere.
It says we beat up Buttinger.
Almost. Okay.
Nine hundred and eighty bottles to go.
Come on, Rita. You can do it.
- Pull up a chair. - What are you doin'?
Hi.
You dropped this. Sorry, it's wet.
If Coach Buttinger loses his job 'cause of you sluts...
Come on.
You don't count, Violet. You do it with everyone.
Summer's on its way.
- We're gonna die. - Here it is. Here it is.
- I can't do it. - Come on.
Legs.
Because you have no legal guardian-- Is that right?
I'll see you around.