Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mr. Sanborn, did you take any Viagra today?
There.
- Honey... - I have a huge auction tonight...
Let me see if I get where you're headed here.
I can do it, by the way.
So, what do you see that you like?
- No, it's okay... - No, no, I'll take it.
Kiss you?
Not needed? Wait, what are you talking about?
...maybe we're getting ahead of ourselves.
That was the title, "The Escape Artist."
I'm three months pregnant. That might have something to do with it.
- What the hell was that? - Sorry, I thought I was onto something.
Forces of destiny. Beautiful.
Who cares how old he is? I mean, he's not my type.
...that a severe anxiety attack can masquerade as a heart attack?
Some were written before your time. There's some Marin's never seen.
Do you want to come in?
She is a major piece of work.
I don't hate you.
You don't really buy this stuff you say, do you?
A Cuban cigar.
I confiscated them on your first night here.
- I'm always a little nervous. - Put on your bathing suit.
Seems like I gotta learn how to do that...
I don't know.
- No. - Never?
...brought on by stress.
Like, suddenly...
Erica, hi, it's Julian. I'm in the restaurant...
It's a hip-hop label.
- Let's take you and Erica. - Zoe...
I had this big benefit. I went out with friends, then checked my messages...
Erica.
That's what you have to say?
Now I'm convinced that what I think about you is right.
It's like an elephant's sitting on it.
No.
I was hoping she'd give me a reprieve.
...and wearing glasses and hats and weird outfits!
- Hi. - Harry's second assistant.
Once again, closure.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
She's, like, totally creeped out...
So you're saying he can't travel at all? Not even by plane?
...divorced men always remarry. It's how they're built.
You're a tower of strength.
No, I'm Erica Barry.
Drive-By Records?
Zoe and I will leave...
Happy birthday, baby.
It's an epidemic.
Hold on, hold on. Let's not get so dramatic here.
Hi, it's Marin. I'm not in, so leave a message and I'll call you back.
- Surprise! - Well, hi!
Good night, Harry.
Zoe teaches women's studies at Columbia.
When you wear Sucreabelle Perfume
It's all right. Thank you.
I'm Leo Hoffman, I'm Harry's personal assistant.
Thank you.
And I say this...
You know, I'm looking at the grilled salmon...
Romantic.
And then I listened harder. And one of the things I realized...
The hospital's sending over a nurse in the morning.
May I?
Mom, hurry!
- Do you? - Yeah.
I may not be many things, but one thing I am is discreet.
So how did you two meet?
...maybe you'll become unglued?
Oh, God, I can't... I can't see.
I gave him something to help him sleep.
You never understand that everyone isn't like you.
We know this about me. I am just not cut out for this kind of drama.
Wanna know why I'm always with the wrong guy?
Good night, Harry.
- It's the only break we get. - You know what?
...and if we wanna hang out together, we will.
...for everything.
Mr. Sanborn. Your diagnosis, although fascinating, was entirely incorrect.
Oh, my God. It's unnerving!
Why is it that you broads want all or nothing?
- I like that about me. - Me too.
Woman, you saved my life.
So...
We had that last night.
Yeah.
I know you grew up in L.A., which I thought nobody did.
...you would find he's smart, owns 10 different companies.
I won't mention it again, but...
- Just like I imagined. - You mean...
- Now she's practically fluent. - Marin!
Uptight? That's funny, I haven't noticed that.
Here's the problem.
...sat up a little too fast.
Stay. Join us for dinner. We'd love to...