Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Three-ninety-one.
Men get that middle-aged man puff.
I'm sitting in your outdoor living room, watching TV next to your hot tub.
It's my take on Mexican lasagna.
Yeah. I mean, he had a full-on beer belly.
-It was a little scary. -I'm sorry.
but that doesn't make it okay for you to attack someone like that.
[laughter on TV]
Fuck.
[Brooklyn accent] Like this.
-I thought she was a friend. -Okay.
I made it.
[sighs]
I'm from Brooklyn.
Oh, hey.
-[sighs] -I have an idea.
I miss him.
[sighs]
What are you wearing?
Fuck.
[man laughs]
Okay.
How are you a Jo?
[sighs]
-As far as we know. -Charlie, please.
-Feeling a little Blair-y. -I'm a fucking Jo!
Oh, yes, I do.
No?
Can I give you a hug?
[sniffles] Thank you.
Come here.
-She doesn't? -No. We broke up two months ago.
So, I live with that.
Oh, he was...
Sorry. Newport Beach.
Um... It used to be Ted's music studio, but...
Okay.
He was always a really good musician, even then.
I never meant to hurt anyone. I swear to God.
-[sighs] I'm sick of other people's food. -Me, too.
Jesus Christ.
-Do you want me to keep talking? -No, 'cause then I can't fall asleep.
I don't know.