Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So tell me. When can you go home?
Okay, I'm gonna pee, take one of your blood-pressure pills...
- Yes. Sorry... - No, it's very funny, by the way.
- I'm just asking. - Dad!
No, this is more fun.
The sweet, uncomplicated satisfaction of the younger woman.
...who were you talking to?
Tell me the truth. Are you at all glad we waited?
I have never lied to you.
No, this is interesting. Look at her. She is so accomplished.
- That's not possible. - Yeah, it's true.
- Not as much. - Out of breath?
- You don't? - I don't.
That is so sweet. You guys are making pancakes?
Pick you up around 7?
You just said... You know something, I have no idea how to do this.
...to the hospital because you're filling your clogged arteries with smoke.
After I saw you in the theater, with the dancing Henrys...
I forgot how these slip right down. I'm fine.
I'll make us some coffee, get you your pills...
Buy some things.
Yeah, but how many words can you rhyme with "bitch"?
But you know, he's...
I was there about six hours...
It doesn't matter, right?
Erica, you're incredibly sexy.
Never married, which, as we know, if you were a woman, would be a curse.
See, I don't really date all that much or all that well.
Let's just calm down.
Oh, my God.
...of productive, interesting women. It is just so clear.
Let's not get so dramatic here. What are we, four teenagers?
Yeah.
You're Erica Barry?
No words can ever express my gratitude...
At first I thought I had the wrong restaurant, but here you are.
Would you like to order or...?
I like them. I've always liked them, and I'm just a turtleneck kind of gal.
- A note? - A note.
I'll call her later.
I thank you from the bottom of my...
We could've carried on a fun thing for a while.
Hi.
- She's just... - Well, that's wonderful.
Honey, I wanna go home. Can you call Leo...?
...and gives him CPR and saves his life.
No chance in hell he said we were nice.
I'd love to see that.
I went where the story took me. It's a work of fiction, stuff that I made up.
I don't know. This is an area that's a little tricky for me.
What are they listening to?
Message one.
Is everybody still there?
- February. - Well, mine's January.
What the hell does that mean?
- You look beautiful. - Thank you.
- Goodbye, Mrs. Barry. - Goodbye?
He's very lucky.
- Erica. Green tea. - Oh! That's hot.
Just let me go back to the city.
You never get hot?
- How is she? - She's really good.
...was I was actually giving closure to generations of women.
Or if you're the only person who ever really got me.
No. And the pain I was having was sharp...
- Who's the lucky guy? - My husband.
...is an amazing woman.
Can you bring me another?
I'm 36.
- You're Mrs. Sanborn? - No! Oh, no. No, I'm just...
- Mr. Sanborn, back so soon? - This is it, I'm dying.
Let her figure things out for herself.
When you hear the same story about yourself...
...of something that gives you a feeling of peace and serenity.
...and worrying about how you are and if I ruined your life.
- I love ya. - I love you too.
I think she's very beautiful. And she's a fantastic writer, you know.
You can't.
This may surprise you, but some women consider me quite the guy.
I won't sue you, if that's what you think.
Harry, over here.
Impressive.
I meet a thousand new people every day. Besides, let's face it.
- No, wait. What...? - Look, please...
So bored out here, so I figured I should come see how you're doing.
I can't even imagine what you think of me.
No.
Yeah.
Wanna go for a swim?
Women your age love that about me.
...and you and Harry stay.
Well, I've just been to every store in the city.
If you can climb a flight of stairs, you can have sex.
That fleeting age when everything just falls right into place.
...what are we gonna do out here, just the two of us, for two whole days?
- Harry, I gotta go. - Slow down!
Harry.
...aren't I?
Come on. You must beat them away with a stick.
Okay, okay.
Hearing what she had to say was no picnic, but I stuck it out and I listened.
I got you something great at the farm stand.
And it's never for me.
Yes, it's rabbit you hate.
- Yeah. - Yeah, big twist, huh?
Relax, relax.
...to feel something for another person that is so...?
She's great. She's totally brilliant, but she's not your type.
Hello. Yes! Yes, I have an intruder in my house.
Lower your voice!
- Okay. - Well, I'm an old dog, you know?
Julian, I hope you know how mortified I am by my behavior.
Well, well. Now look who's got something that works.
Most successful female playwright since who? Lillian Hellman?
I gotta build up to climbing stairs and stuff like that.
Erica, as it turns out...
You know, I can't decide if, God, do you hate me?
...we're not bumping into each other?