Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Boy, I'd love to curl up on a couch under a weighted blanket,

Yeah, woman with the fucking eyes.

Okay. Here it comes, here it comes. Let's go.

Oh, no. Did they expire?

I have had a million one-night stands.

No, I just make it feel like it does with my hips.

Sometimes that is exactly how it works.

Come on, Coach. I don't like all that kiss-and-tell stuff.

Where would you take me if I did say yes?

before I purchased a football club.

-Snooker? -That's it. That's the one, yup.

Hey! There it is.

No, no. Lasso could have stopped it, but he didn't. Yeah.

And every week, when they shove a camera in my face

Not unlike folks at a hip-hop concert whose hands are not in the air.

Look, Roy, all this Chandler Bing-ing aside, do me a favor.

They have no idea who I am,

Keeley Jones, The Independent Woman insert on Sunday.

That'll kill Rupert.

He said you hired him.

I also got you a little box of chocolate truffles.

Snookered? That's it. that's the one, yup

I can't control my feelings.

Attaboy, Nate. Diamond Dogs it is.

-Saw this coming. -Nothing like the early days of courtship.

who I was had nothing to do with it.

I'm more of a, you know, cornhole man myself. Yeah.