Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't know. I usually like to have my wits about me.
We talked, shared some laughs, had some gunplay.
My daughter and I were touring the Capitol and our car ran out of gas.
I love you.
Now I remember why I hate these places: Crowded, loud.
Well, I can't change how I feel.
You making love to all those other men.
- I'm cocking my gun. - One. Safety's off.
Don't worry. There are ways to treat it:
We have another date tomorrow. We're going on a picnic.
I've lived that life, and Stan saved me from it.
Steve, our parents are divorced.
Oh, Stan, I'm so sorry.
Help your pee blood, Hans. What? No! No pee blood! Ow! Ow!
You better wake up and listen to what you're saying.
Yeah, my game was pretty tight last night.
It's for science.
- Not really. I'm still pissed off. - It's about the journey.
...of a more compatible woman.
- Would you like another? - Why not? I'm one of them now.