Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're not marrying him, you're making out with him. Forget the label.

Come on, the ice waits for no woman.

Gay, bi, straight. This party was a platter of sexual orientation.

- Of course! - What did you say?

at the gallery would blow us away,

Or I could fall down the rabbit hole.

- What about my problem? - Stop kissing him.

Easy for her to say.

Pick up my cheque for the pieces I sold.

- Invitations first. - Fine, then I'll be an hour late.

I was gonna make you dinner,

Charlotte wasn't just a chick with a dick, she was a chick with balls.

Fire me. I just think you deserve some respect.

- What's the name of this place? - "Hair".

- That last fall was at least a 9.2. - You and the Russian judge... tough.

Home. I've got a date with my remote control.

They're in opposite directions. I'll get lunch first.

That pile. Your stuff. You have to keep it neater.

You know, I'm gonna go and get a canape.

I'm sure every book would say we're not ready.

But I've never gone the other way.

I'll drag myself home. You wanna share a cab?

Pose for me. I'll get it out of you.

Grace once dated Brett.

Ladies, open up your chakras. Let the inner goddess sing.

You're gonna see all that. I'm scared.