Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, yeah? What's romantic about a guy in pink tights
It has "I hate Jessie" spelled out in anchovies.
Zack, he's my friend. You can't tell me who to be friends with.
Ha, making up, oldest trick in the book.
You do? So do I. All right, you go first.
Zack, you go crawling back to Kelly
I'd kill him.
- Whoa, Screech, that's it. - What's it?
Or else we stop seeing each other.
- Okay, let's go. - Bye, guys.
Slater, you're making me blush.
- Good, I'm glad that's settled. - Good, here's your ring back! Goodbye!
Maybe we can have our guys' night out next week.
Zack, nice room.
And Kelly, stop leading young Zack on. Think of his feelings.
- The truth is, Kelly's cheating on me. - I am not.
They'll write or send flowers.
And I've got a plan.
Hey! We can tough out this crisis in here if necessary.
Isn't it wonderful you're still friends with him after all this time?
Hello, Palisades Florist? I'd like to order two dozen roses:
I like a touch of a familiar hand,
Oh, Screech, you careless little chap.
Who you calling a meathead, skinny lips?
What do you mean? Don't you remember our cheer?