Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And I can't cook.
- Here. - Thanks.
without being a woman pretending to be a man.
- I know what I'm doing. - And I know better.
Don't forget I gave you that egg.
She also wears make-up to the gym.
Smoking is the only thing that keeps me balanced.
What?
The way your upper lip tastes.
Listen to me. We've called your boss three times already.
I'm very into labels. Gay. Straight. Pick a side and stay there.
I went to the market. I needed extra virgin olive oil. They only had virgin.
Somewhere between Gen X and Y, they blended and made XY.
Isn't that next to Ricky Martinville?
Is that a problem?
This is what we're watching?
- Yeah? - I'm looking for a Mrs. Jones.
I thought I'd come by and scare the shit out of you.
Yeah, but we're not.
I'm never gonna be a girly girl. I never will.
Faced with relationship problems, some women turn to fried food.
He makes me nervous. I think he is...
This isn't helping me find my inner goddess, only my inner humiliation.
Nothing about him or our third date felt typical.
- Hi. I'm late. I know I'm late. - It's OK.
I don't know if I can move forward, but I don't want to lose you.