Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This is really serious.

and it's just, not even me.

- Who? - You and Angela.

Danielle, if you have on my sweats I'm going to kill you,

Give me a break. God, Angela.

But we know what that's like, right? Young love...

I mean heavy artillery like some people might--

- I could have handled that. - Yeah. You're doing great.

I think I have to go.

Maybe I should get a gun.

That is good. Put the kids in therapy so they can adjust to being shot.

and the next thing I knew the thing fell out of the box and went off.

- She's great. I'm the basket case. - Angela's just the same.

So, what did happen?

Man these are some grades. You always gotten grades like this?

What do you need to hide from? Your life is perfect.

But if it's not true the person could always say that, couldn't they?

Maybe some people who have guns are like victims, too.

The right to come in and be left alone.

Mr. Krakow, can I tell you something?

What you said to her about me and Jordan Catalano.

I heard like a scuffle, but I didn't see anyone when I came out...

And if you try to expel me in order to solve your public relations problems...

And if you don't, no matter what your grade scores...

- Angela's sleeping with someone. - You don't know that. How is it?

- How are you doing? - You know. Life goes on.

Fair has to do with the right to come to school...

You know, and even if she isn't, which I pray is true...