Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I always use rose petals in my bath.

And don't forget to order extra anchovy.

Is that the fourth one this week, Tony?

Fuck fiber. I want grease, red meat. I got pork chops hidden in the freezer.

I can't help it if I like a shot of tequila once in a while.

See, I wear this for my job.

Not, not really.

I'm sorry. Are you all right?

I would come home.

- You're going. - I am not going.

I was angry, and I wanted to get back at my husband.

If you say another word, I swear to God, I'll lose my nerve.

Yeah, I was gonna spend the night alone with Jenny tonight.

- Seeing? No. - He's seeing somebody else.

Joe, we agreed for him to have opportunities we never had.

- I couldn't even move you. - Thank God!

- But I just can't. - I have respect for this.

Dad, look, I'll see you in the morning, okay?

...who was that?

- Okay, smile. - Oh, no. Please. Please.

Alex, I love being with you and everything. It's just...

You son of a bitch!

I'm a computer analyst!

I hope you didn't leave your car in the red zone.

He never even talks about girls anymore.

Listen, you're exactly one romantic interlude away from the jackpot.

Think he's taken?

- Linda, we didn't, you know-? - No, you came in here.

- Hello? - Hi, honey!

Okay. Take the moon.

Our son is dressing up in ladies' underwear.

- That's my husband's way. - I'm sorry, I thought that-

Are you-? Are you sure?

I don't see the difference, a few years. It's no big deal.

Trespasser! Bad boy!

- Forget pizza. I buy you real dinner. - No.

I came into town for a few days, and when I saw you in the store...

I mean, I don't know what I'm doing here.

Come here. You come here. I'm gonna teach you a lesson.

Hold it, you three. Hold it right there.

What do you think of your lover-boy now?

Jenny is 150 miles away. She won't even return your calls. Give it up.

You ready to go? It's good to...

Not for everyone. A privilege.

There's other ways of finding out who your guy is.

I know this is probably against your professional code...

Look, maybe I shouldn't be here.

- Oh, Joe. - Oh, Joe.

- Randy? - Yeah.

Pissed on you, boy!

- What do you want, Jory? - I wanna give you my order, Rander.

Bring the little fish. Okay. Good, good. Come on! Come on!

- I wouldn't call it amoral. - It's the sickest thing I've ever heard!

I'm married to one.

You're just a boy.

I want them to meet you. Their 20th anniversary is at the end of the month.

- Extra anchovies? - Costa Mesa? Why from here?

I think it's caused from stress.

You bitch! Nobody plays with me like that-

I need a really big favor.

How dare you sneak home in the middle of the day...

Many proposals of marriage. But no, I wanted to marry American.

Mom! Excuse me.

Two, three, four.

You get all that from a cold pizza, man?