Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's a common belief that women use the left, emotional side of their brain

I'm getting a real drink. Excuse me, a Glenlivet rocks, please.

Today, 12:22 pm.

one unfortunate thing

I suggested he have a tomato salad, then I suggested we get married.

- Do you play tennis? - Mm-hm.

- That's a joke. Guess it's an in-joke. - I get it.

- Do not come in here. - I have to talk to you.

I mean, I'm not working. This is my boyfriend's booth.

- Didn't you feel like punching him? - No. It was too sad or something.

there's a battle between what we know and what we feel.

- My spunk? - come, spooge, jiz, joy juice. Funky.

- Sorry about waking you. - What time is it?

- Excuse me? - You're a two blow job chick.

It's not just asparagus. It's asparagus and something else.

Two hours later, it was time for the opening-day party.

I thought you wanted beige.

I don't have a road. I just have this booth.

There was nothing brief about it.

Let's listen to that message again.

carrie, wait, wait.

- I'm aware of that. - Why is he telling you?

- Hello? - It's me.

But I have to admit it's never been a trip to Baskin-Robins.

That's because I'm your booth-bitch.

- All righty. - Red wine.

Thanks for the coffee.

I know: clorox.

I'm deleting it.

ooh, he's a big 'un! Where did he learn to whittle like that?

You don't know anyone who is interested. He's married.

We will never know. They still don't know who killed Kennedy.

charlotte was impressed with Bunny's technique.