Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, I was already composing your suicide note when you stood up.
This is the largest sex garden in North America.
They're right here on my screen. I could say them to you.
Like when I saw The Sixth Sense and vowed to never tell the big twist...
- Hi, I'm... - Intercourse!
You better go hit the singles bars. You should go to Tuggles for ladies' night.
Oh, yeah.
- Somebody got a little nasty no-no. - No, not yet.
I feel weird. Something's happening to my body.
Joanna got joint custody. We get him every other weekend.
Stan, this is ridiculous. You have to end this right now.
...I'll conquer my insecurities, and we can get married again.
Frannie, bar whores. Bar whores, Frannie.
- Do it, then. - Think I won't?
Oh, my God, this is my song! I totally asked him to play this!
Go sleep with another woman.
JEZ LAUFA PROC OD PJACE?!?!?
I can't believe you got married.
You're an addict.
- Your growling can intrigues me. - So take a sip.