Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Me, too. Even more than when I served that BLT...

But that wasn't completely true either,

and I was making pancakes for George Bush, of all people.

So, Rayanne Graff is here.

No problem! Guzzles a six-pack, 2 hits of X, I was back to new!

- This is you, right? - Just listen.

the night that Angela's mother rushed you to the hospital.

Nobody wants to be accused of not being a decent parent.

- I have to wash my whole face now. - Good.

That's your solution? Cut off my circulation?

You can't live another second knowing others could possess me,

What counselor?

No! I can't anymore. You don't know how scared I was.

Hey, Graff, sing.

Danielle, I know you're listening, I can hear the TV.

And you all thought I would screw up, didn't you?

I mean, you know, it's up to you, obviously, so...

Part of what? A karass.

So where's Angela?

Look what we forgot we had. Leftover Chinese.

I mean, to sing? Like, I don't know, Rayanne Graff or something?

I'm sorry. I asked a question about your life, didn't I?

Now she's coming on to my drummer, acting like she's high.

So now it's like, off-limits or something.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

So, when is dinner?

Forget a name. We're not ready.

Apparently you and I are in the same karass.

He was hysterical.

Maybe it was just easier, you know?

She's got better things to do, or what have you.

One, two, three, four.

- And then he stiffed you. - Come here, baby.

- What is this? Embers? - That's not our name.

I can't even face rehearsal tonight.

- Honey, is Angela excited? - Yes.

Why is that, though, do you suppose? I mean, why is it so taboo?

That's what everybody tells me. Rayanne says that, you say that.

And you don't feel any awkwardness around Angela.

should they blow it off, or find somebody new by next Thursday, or...

Rayanne, that's not true. I never...