Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Would you be my escort?

Welcome to a life of insecurity and paralyzing self-doubt.

Let's review the classic waltz step. Phillip?

Well, that's very nice of you to offer, but I don't think it's appropriate.

- Ryan and I aren't here together. - I'm not an idiot.

...at least people are now reading the source material.

Pick your battles, honey.

We'll see about that, monkey pox.

...get this property deal closed, get my wife off my back.

I'm gonna be sick.

I wanted to introduce you to a couple of white knights.

All right, darlings, listen up.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

- Lf you don't have my money, who does? - Hey, look.

- I wanted to leave 20 minutes ago. - Let's go.

- Hello, dear. - Hi, Peggy.

As happy as I am that you came all the way out to my office to visit me...

- That kid is stalking you. - He is not. He's my neighbor.

- Got it. - Okay, now you're stabbing me.

Or another excuse for them to get wasted and throw up.

Can we just get this over with?

Finally, a Cohen who can throw down.

Now is not the time.

I was hoping you could help me out with a case.

Sorry, Summer, I don't want to trade escorts.

Well, I've always had this thing for the underdog.

What? You're not, like, into him, are you?

That's quite a debut you had tonight. You know how to present yourself.