Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Can you get out my address book and count how many friends I have?
One summer when we were first married...
It's not pretty. You won't recognize me.
It's a 'Yes, I'm pretty, but, hello, I'm smart' kind of a 'yes. '
- Move them where? - Not sure.
Sorry, Tom.
Wait. I wanna find out who it is.
You know what? I love it here.
You were muttering under your breath.
Either way, whether we get away with it or not...
Order me some coffee.
I swear to God, Tom, you are dead. You hear me? Dead!
Sorry that I yelled.
No, that's two orders of garlic nan, three samosas, and a Chicken vindaloo.
It's kind of like the spastic polka.
I did catch her trying to return it while I was getting the car.
You do know in the course of one night...
- Interesting. - What is?
Me, too. What are they serving for dinner tonight?
That's the most delicious water I've had. Have a sip.
- I didn't. - Turn the situation around.
You make it sound like heaven.
You'll hardly have to spend any time at all with me.
I'd leave it open.
I may even fall asleep on the couch with the TV on.
Is it my dancing?
covering Chapters 14 through 18 in your textbooks...
am I doing it alone?
It wasn't great writing. It was the National Enquirer of the '50s.
Now, I know you eat fast, but this is a lot of food to put away that quickly...
of the silver half equation but not the voltage.
- So Paris likes Jess. - Yeah.
They expose you to a world you wouldn't have otherwise known.
- I just wanted to thank you. - For what?
Thanks, hon.
Burn the house down after. It's the only way to get the smell out.
This is either the greatest steak I've ever eaten...
- Okay, I'm going. - Thank you.
- No. - I just needed some quiet.
Because that's the only thing left. Unless you eat plates.
I saw a supply closet down the hall.
We get the equation for the complete reaction.
Not like that, not without your father present.
- And Paris. - Jess, Rory!
- Fine. - That's all.
Might wanna put your hand over that. There we go.
- 'Cause 'Dirty Whore' was taken? - You frighten me.
I'm wearing the wrong shoes for a drive-thru.
and it obviously didn't work, shock, but that's why he was here.
which is the hottest thing in skincare these days.
Worship Kerouac and Bukowski.
That. The story. The save.
Don't look now, but I think you're passing for a 40-year-old woman.
- We will have two martinis? - Why not?
You know, a whole life of nothing but eating, sleeping...
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
- Got it. - Clear my head.
You don't have any right to complain about this relationship...
Sure it will.
- Oh, my God. - Yet you stand there...
I might as well try it with you.
I don't know what anything means.
and I thought he was cute, and since I'm not great...
Luke figured since you're alone, you wouldn't have food in the house.
- Have some cucumber water. - No, that's not gonna do it...
Forty minutes. Great. Bye.
So Jess just dropped this off?
Give him my best, would you?
What?
It's like,'Jeez, just say it already. We're dying here. '
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
I could order a few of them. For me, you, and Rory.