Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

like when your dad writes a poem about Lena Horne's nipples,

It's like Three Men and a Baby.

All the pictures of me, they looked backwards.

I've tried everything, but we might need to bring the Closer in on this one.

I was good. Too good.

So I drove here, right?

Otherwise known as the guy you keep sending your dumb newspaper to

-Do you have someone you can talk to? -About what?

Intimacy, affection, a deep need to connect to the world at large.

I got nominated for the Craig Noel Award from the San Diego Theatre Critics Circle.

No, Man, I Think I'm Just A Dumb Asshole. Can't It Just Be That.

It's complicated.

-I kind of like this one. -How'd that piece of crap get in there?

why should you win the Oscar?

The San Diego Union-Tribune called me, "A talent to watch."

Because I was driving back and forth so much, I ran out of gas.

Smoke bomb. Hi-yah!

-Sorry I'm late. -It's fine. We're just getting started.

Has this ever happened to you? Hey, where you headed?

Well, I have had trouble sleeping.

you spent an intimate night with?

-No, never. -Unfortunately, if you are a woman

Thank you. I'll take it from here.