Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You're kidding, right? - No.
Yeah, didn't I read an article about you in New York magazine?
He's insanely too old for me.
But she allows you to strip in the front yard?
And...
Thank you so much for the gorgeous flowers, by the way. They're so huge.
...and therefore, more and more interesting.
This is pretty unusual for me. I'm not used to having sleepovers.
I'd like to try sleeping with you.
She'll never see him after this weekend. She can't commit either.
This is my big fear, that some guy can get me...
Chest pain, hospitalized a week ago with an MI.
Trust me, if I ever catch a guy in his underwear in my refrigerator...
Well, a guy like you is in it, but he's not you.
So instead of pitying you, they write articles about you.
...from the deepest part of my heart.
Up to her old tricks. Learning Italian, remodeling her apartment in the city...
...even though you've been on my mind since I woke up at 5:15.
Yeah.
That you don't know how to be a boyfriend?
One of them opened up to me.
- I saw the last one twice. - Julian, a walk-in may need stitches.
"Not like before" is what we like to hear.
I asked them if you could come, and they said it was fine.
I can't handle it, wouldn't want to handle it.
It's just crude and violent for my taste...
These are for you to give me when you apologize.
You're in your P.J. s! I feel like I'm interrupting!
Good night.
Harry, what is it?
- What's up? - Okay, here's the thing.
- Excuse me. - I'm sorry.
Sleeping is something that I prefer to do alone.
...and I got this so sad phone call from Harry.
- Nobody but you would stop... - Yeah, so you're lucky.
- You've worried about me? - Yes, honey.
I'm very good at giving this tour, by the way, although...
Oh, God!
You came here to see me?
Cold, distant, like I'm frozen in some painting?
Really? With your social life?
Yeah, well...
So this is what you're supposed to do on a rainy afternoon, huh?
Anyway, do you actually buy that horseshit?
- I'm famous, huh? - Hey, just to us.
- Okay. - Not bad.
And anyway, I like staying in, and I like this time in my life.
Harry, he's not you.
...not to mention just a tad misogynistic.
Yes, I do.
We're gonna stop it, but I need to know what medications you take.
More like for, you know, wearing lipstick and whistling and...
Hey, l...
- Honey? - Yeah?
- Which record company? - Drive-By Records.
And the phone doesn't stop.
It's an empty water glass. What are the choices?
Sleeping by myself took getting used to, but I got the hang of it.
I don't want to play the uptight nurse to your bad-boy patient.
- Mr. Sanborn? - Yeah.
...of soft beach.
...old...
- Let you get some sleep. - Let me sleep?
...one week after having a heart attack...
- My God! - What are you doing?
No, he's not a burglar.
- What else? - Palm trees.
...love-them-and-leave-them stuff, you know?
- You don't? - No.
So where do you like to eat in Paris?
You didn't even take any Viagra...
And why do you think I married the director of my plays?
...I suggest you do whatever it takes to decompress. Now lie down.
Look at this.
A heart-healthy dinner from our cafeteria.
I don't know how to be a boyfriend.
He absolutely did. And you know what?
He's your friend, he's not mine.
Just your tits.
...that you and I are more alike than you realize.
Because I put nitroglycerin into your drip.
- What are you hungry for? - What are my choices?
She's beyond uptight. Almost makes her fun to be around.
WHEN is your birthday ( cuando es tu cumpleaño)
That's true. But, Harry, I haven't heard from you in six months.
Oh. Oh, my God!
...so I keep listening to French music, hoping to get inspired.
- Dave. - I'm not putting any pressure on you.
- I mean... I kind of... - It would be great...
...especially older men, are threatened and afraid...
- You certainly do. - Wow!
You mean like crying?
- So you think I'm inhuman? - No. I think you're formidable.
No way. It can't be.
Mr. Sanborn, what were you doing at the onset of the pain?
Yeah.
...couldn't possibly cure what was ailing me.