Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All right.
- Did I ever tell you about how...? - How you've never had a birthday party?
These are all poems that I've translated.
- All right. - Can you tell me something?
But if I can't get you drunk, you'll never tell me you love me.
Oh, it's Just a talent I have.
- I'm here to offer you a Job. - He heard about my work with sea otters...
But how are we gonna...?
Oh, yeah. It's...
- I should probably stretch before class. - Hold on Just a second.
Yeah, but there isn't.
Well, I hope so.
I'm not saying take it back.
- Kaitlin, honey, can I talk to you? - Yeah.
"There's something bothering me. Can you give me advice?"
Ma'am, once the letter goes in the pouch, it's the property of the federal government.
so I'm making one called Six Hours in the Pool.
Hey, check it out. Summer challenged me to make this pretentious art film...
of gratuitously soulful shots of Al Gore staring out an airplane window.
- I don't have that many guy friends. - Who's got the time?
why don't you guys Just install soap dispensers?
- Well, do you care about her? - Of course.
I've tried to be understanding. I'm sorry if Frank isn't as hilarious as Bullit...
most of the shots are too wide, and the dogma thing's been done to death.
He likes clown porn. Everyone should know.
- The oranges and reds totally bled together. - He was Just trying to show...
I'm gonna go to sleep now.
- I'm so sorry you had to overhear that. - No, it's all right. It's true.
Does Taylor expect me to tell her that I love her on her birthday?
Look, she's Just haxing me.
- Julie, none of this is mine. - So someone went into your bag...
Are you kidding me?
Ryan, this is amaxing.
Hey, ho's, come here.
- My son, the romantic. - Yeah.
I love you.
- Bingo. - Yeah, you're good.
- Okay. - I think I need another sip.