Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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