Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, I think you've done enough.
Yeah, it's probably a chemical reaction to something.
If it was that important to you, you'd come get it.
I had a great guy, sights on college, art school...
- This is crazy! - Don't choke on me.
It's my portfolio.
Oh, boy.
All right, class, you hear that? Rita's gonna do it.
You'll see.
You girls fell in with a bad element.
for your conduct in this office and for assaulting a teacher.
Keep him steady, Violet. Keep him steady.
- Good morning, Arthur. - It's a decoy, Arthur.
Open it.
pressed you against the blackboard, grabbed your balls, what would you do?
I want him to see Goldie.
- I'm driving. - Where's Legs?
You don't understand. She was just trying to protect me.
- Legs, we can't do this. - Will you just drive?
I'm here.
during the incision of a pulmonary vein.
Me, re-reading every work email, before I hit send. "Does this bitch always talk in exclamation marks?"
and you, Maddy.
Why do you keep doing this?
There's some beef jerky under that pile. I can get you some.
He gets behind me...
We should go. I'll walk you home.
Does this scare you?
Hi.
Oh, yeah, that fuzzy little head of yours buried between my thighs...
No, we're telling the truth! You've got it all wrong.
- Look, it's a shrine. - Where'd you find these?
Art museums, bus stations, airports.
She's 1 7. She's old enough to take care of herself.
I only knew how to draw one thing in art class:
Red, gimme your hand. You'll be okay. I'm just gonna think.
I'm gonna do it, all right?
Watch his head.
We're supposed to do our portfolios. You forgot?
- Someone call an ambulance! - Dad!
I bet the ghost that I saw when I was little is still here.
What are you doing here?
I passed out early.
Here, put this on.
Shit. Get the keys, Maddy.
You tell me where she is, and I'll take care of her.
Mr. Buttinger is out due to a minor accident.
- Did you bring your lunch? - No. How are you? Hi.
- Okay, I'll do it. - What?
- So where do you live, anyway? - Mostly in my head.
I always wanted one when I was little.
I hereby sentence you to six months to a year...
What the hell?
Thank you very much.
- If half the stories are true-- - Give it a rest, Cindy.
you'll pay.
- A felony? - This is way risky.
Oh, yeah? What are you gonna do about it?
- He was sexually harassing Rita. - And you.
Mr. Parks, I need to stop by the art room, please.
Where are you going?
If I told you that I loved you, would you take it the wrong way?
It's not what you've been told
You guys really messed up Buttinger.
Come on. You're gonna fall.
- What's he doing here? - Violet, untie his hands.
Come on. This is-- This is for Goldie.
And whoever the fuck else you do this to.