Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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