Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

about ending a relationship

oK, here are your wheat grass shots.

You should try the tomato basil. It's sweeter.

Let’s just say it. You won. Was there a contest?

There was no ring, no nothing.

A big orphanage where old boyfriends could think about what they did wrong

- You should write to Martha Stewart. - Dear Martha, funky spunk, help!

- I hate my machine. - Yeah.

That's why smart New Yorkers

oK. I'll take it.

How long have they been there?

- 6:30. - Jesus. Why so early?

When I said I was leaving, you didn't say anything. I got nervous, so...

So. can I showyou something in a hutch?

I'm dating a guy with the funkiest tasting spunk

- Where do you knowthem from? - From around.

You are a dream come true.

- Guilt? - Probably.

- Just don't give him head again. - I never even thought of that.

And she's never coming back.

- Sorry, I didn't get your names. - oh, I'm sorry.

You heard me. Your spunk is funky.

I'm like your roady.

No. We only like teeny-tiny furniture.

And Daniel Boone, is he a nice guy?

If you're referring to my boyfriend - he's doing business.

It's not that bad? It's the doorway to hell.

- Well? - You should have punched him.

So... How are you?

I'm leaving. I'll be at the Stanhope Hotel.

come on, baby, you give the greatest head. Please.

Steve and Miranda had been doing the polite avoid-each-other

Don't take this the wrong way, but this place could use a little work.