Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I feel violated.
How about that accent?
Stand back, everyone. Incoming ego shrapnel.
"I got the part! I'm gonna be Joey T ribbiani's ass!"
I'm sorry. He'll be waiting for me.
I like that better.
Notice, no fear. No sense of impending doom.
Don't ever tell me what you did in there.
- Come on, this might be good. - I don't know.
I can't believe I'm considering this.
Let's see.
An agency left its card. They wanna sign me!
- Ride them, cowboy. - I'm sorry!
Look at it this way. You dumped her!
Who's Rick?
No, don't do this!
One might wonder.
Sorry it didn't work out.
Who's Rick?
...for three guys like us.
When I'm with a woman, I need to know...
The exclamation point scares me.
...and I rode it all the way to Brooklyn.
All right, once...
I've done crappy plays for six years...
Can I borrow stuff? I wanna make Aurora breakfast.
Joey...
I suppose, mainly sexual.
I had trouble with it at first, but I get all the good stuff. All the fun, all the talking, all the sex... ...and no responsibility.
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You mean you wanna sign me?