Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There's a bus schedule underneath your pillow.
Why are you whistling, Ted? Your life is pathetic.
Hey!
You bartend three shifts.
Dido, and you've really got to meet my brother, Barry.
I came to see you. I ran into Elliot, and it happened. A one-time thing.
I finally got a baby!
like snoring, teeth grinding or even...
Hey little brother!
Thanks. They're new.
Look, baby, before you get freaked out, I fixed it already. Look.
Elliot, I came to tell you I was never actually mad at you.
Step aside!
He was a dear, dear friend, but he died or moved or something,
- We didn't go under the sheets. - How thoughtful.
Whatever you want.
Every time I hit the buzzer, I'll act like I'm getting electrocuted.
She doesn't. Those pills kill her sex drive.
Lady, people aren't chocolates.
That's not even the right gibberish.
Be a man, Bob. That's what tennis rackets are for.
Bastards Bastard coated bastards with bastard filling
... on-call-room nookie.
What was that for?
Still, I feel like the worst person in the whole world.
There sits a dejected woman, all alone.
That their being together didn't really bother me.