Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I can't deal with this shit.
[James panting]
but once we started, it was difficult for us to stop.
[Kate] I need to refine my closing.
[lift bell dings, door opens]
[suspenseful music playing]
And I'm sorry to say, I didn't need any convincing.
[car door closing]
-[Kate] In how long, Mr Whitehouse? -I don't know. Not long.
But so did he.
I am.
You say you are not a brutish man.
The thought that any woman
Miss Lytton says you wrenched her blouse open.
Are you leaving us? Where are you going?
[lift bell dings, door opens]
And I relied on her for her incisive mind.
[whispering] You okay?
I'm not here to answer your questions, Mr Whitehouse.
But what, Mr Whitehouse?
[tense music playing]
which is what she wants, she accuses you of rape.
Is it inconceivable that Miss Lytton would say no to you?
Because when we talk about consent,
[footsteps approaching]
…you've got to fuck up brilliantly.
Something I did in the throes--
[Finn] Daddy, do you want some cake?
We cared for one another.
Which old bird?
Do you know what? I, um…
It's a woman who sexually arouses a man and doesn't plan on following through.
[whispering] I've just realised it was the same night.
the thought that any woman--
[music fades]
Everything's going to be okay.
What happened when the lift arrived?
How can you be so sure she initiated the kiss?
You can.