Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm really sorry that the last time I saw her...

But careful enough so she could say:

That would count.

I'm thinking of getting rid of her.

I'm fine. You sure?

They took me home.

...exactly what the iron lung is for.

...and now I'm converting to Judaism.

The subject is sex and the disabled.

Do you know how many men there are who would give anything for a natural erection?

I meant your breathing. Oh, fine.

...and you definitely get an A for orgasm.

It's never been one of my problems.

Today I hear the crowd's applause

You touch one, you have to touch the other. It's sort of a rule.

Anything. Okay.

And now Susan Fernbach will read one of Mark's favorite poems.

Are you okay down there?

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

...it was all over so damn quickly.

I'm just talking hypothetically.

Nice to meet you.

And since he wanted to be a writer...

Yeah, you can do it. Come on.

So this is how it ends.

They're happy. I'm happy.

Concentrate on breathing out rather than in.

Can you open your eyes for me, Mark?

...felt the power of this wondrous woman.

I wish I knew what to say to you.

You remember at one point you suggested I might see a therapist?

You were pretty excited. I don't know what you were thinking about.

I'm gonna touch you.

But, you know, we should keep in touch.

Mark O'Brien has been going to UC Berkeley since 1978.

Stop being sorry.

...but it was heartfelt, and then... Babe.

Sure. Explain to me, so that I really understand...

...that I was a made man, so to speak...

Very small to minute.

I do believe there's a...

How special this has been for me?

If it's any consolation...

Love Poem for No One in Particular.

...to avoid possible...

To touch, to hold, to kiss.

It was scented. I assumed it was junk mail.

Everything's great.

What do you mean, have sex? Well, when a man and a woman...

And she gave thanks, saying, my soul doth magnify the Lord...