Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He's been busy with me.

because my vagina swelled up, which Greg actually really liked,

I'm the worst fiancé that ever lived.

- I'm going to go buy some golf shoes. - Yeah, we're going golfing.

- Greg and I are off again. - Good.

Oh, that was fun.

- (Golf club swishing) - (Grace exclaiming)

- Done. Go do it. Go on! - (Guy) Anybody home?

- Oh... Tear. - You could try Barry in accounting.

My husband is marrying your husband.

- I am? - Yeah.

(Dog whimpering)

(Frankie sighs)

When you leave it in the bathroom.

- (Mobile chimes) - (Frankie groaning)

Hi, Guy. I gotta go.

I mean, I usually see where my body takes me in the moment.

Oh, yeah? Well, get ready, because I have an idea.

You know what my Aunt Jennifer always said?

Oh, they're my favourite!

Not how focus groups work.

And you, young lady?

It's personal lubricant.

If people are shy about dancing, he'll kick things off.

Then what if I ran off and had tons of fun with your identity?

(Both laughing)

Whichever one you're on good terms with at the moment.

When I'm with you, I worry about Robert. I can't be in two places at once.

- Who's Jacob? - Oh,

(Softly) They agree.

We're trying to make money, and there are twice as many dry vaginas out there

I... I think I should.

- You too, Guy. Bye. - (Guy) Bye.

he's this guy I've been dating.

God! We're never coming back here.

you lie to keep them happy.

Oh, I should have written "great" with an eight.

I hate hoagies.