Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sweet sneaks, Aarons.
- You should go talk to her. - You kidding?
My dad says the TV kills your brain cells.
Janice Avery stole my Twinkies! Janice Avery stole my Twinkies!
- No. - You're gonna have to use your pants.
[Whispering] Wow.
[Girl] Very cute.
May Belle?
[Clicking]
- These things are gonna grow fast. - Me too.
It's all gone.
Thanks.
[continues muffled singing]
[Janice sobbing]
Wow.
Jess, you could hardly call them sneakers anymore. I threw them out.
Yeah. I think I have a few. You got any?
- You lied in your essay? - No. I made it up.
I want my Twinkies, Janice Avery.
Jess, don't let those other kids get in your way.
- [Man] Wow. - What did I tell you? Was it worth it?
Here, open this.
May Belle! How many times have I told you, stay out of my stuff.
Eighth-grade girl...
- We need a place. Just for us. - Hmm?
You could have two bucks out of it all. I'm getting most of it, OK?
- Oh, did he flunk too? - Shut up!
Getting Janice all wound up is a weird way of having fun.
May Belle?
...that if it's hard for me...
- I expect you to take notes. - Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep,
[Dad] My wife and I were wondering about the service.
Jess. Jess.
Wow. This is amazing.
Are you the king, Jess?
...Willard Hughes.
Well, your dad works at a hardware store.
What I said was,
The prisoners of the Dark Master.
- Yeah, I have one... and a half. - And a half?
Now, back to what we were discussing before we were so rudely interrupted.
You've got your head in the clouds, Leslie.
- Thank you very much. - You're very welcome.
It's a terrible thing.
No talking. No chewing gum. No electronic devices. Be forewarned.
Wow, May Belle. Where'd you hear that?
- They're writers. - [Jess] Writers?
Go! Go, Jess, go!
"I do not know if you know this about me, but I need to tell you,
What Twinkies, Twinkie?
She stole my Twinkies. [Sniffs]
- Hey, Mom. - Hey, Leslie, come on.
[# Anna Sophia Robb: Keep Your Mind Wide Open]
- They're attacking! - We need ammo!
...people kept telling me not to cry.
[Boys chattering indistinctly]
And that's what your parents do for a living.
so when the late sun hits it, we can watch it catch fire.
- I got a perfectly good pair for him. - These are girls' ones.
You're supposed to beat her up. You're my brother!
That was really sweet.
- Thank you, Principal Turner. - [Class whispering]