Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Dad, didn't that matter to you at all?

was pregnant and was leaving school.

You have a splash of greatness, as my mother would say.

I don't care about how good a student you say that girl is.

Okay, it doesn't really matter why you did it.

- He's gone. - Too bad.

You've always had that quick mind. It's annoying.

- Anyone salute back? - Not really.

so then I can do extra-credit stuff on Sunday.

Maybe he can change. Maybe it's different.

What do you want, financial statements?

- Hello, pajamas. - Right, continue.

It's nice to meet you, whoever you look like.

Why the hell are you here?

Anytime. It's fun.

I'm going to bed now.

But in this parade of stupid and dumb...

I don't know if it was a production. It was just one song.

You have a really good night.

Rory is a very special child. Excellent student, very bright.

I'm the immature and irresponsible one.

You do know, or you wouldn't have started saying it.

- Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.

We were stalked by townspeople, and apparently, I look like Billy Crudup.

- How old are you, young lady? - 16.

- That's quite a gathering, Mom. - I should say so.

Nice to meet you, too.

- Friday it is. - Good.

The one to be gone by Memorial Day.

This is the next-to-last thing I thought would happen tonight.

I want to know why you won't paint this place.

It wasn't an emergency.

Fruitlessly trying to rectify a ratty transgression.

It's easier staying away.

Richard, isn't Rory the spitting image of Christopher?

The truth of the matter is that you can't pitch and you can't hit.

- A 2000 Indian. - I got an '86 Suzuki.

No, I had some time, so I rode my bike out from Berkeley.

So, do you live in the area?