Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I re-arranged my sweaters, defrosted my fridge...
- what do you want? - I'm worth a million.
You will love her.
I love you, carrie.
- I can tell. - Feel free to pass that on to the gals.
- I'll tell her tonight. - what?
- Hello. - I need to see you.
For every five years you're married, you get a percentage of $500,000.
Shit.
Favorite foods, families... It was one of the best dates Miranda had had.
You have no right to do this. You can't come and fuck up my life.
So am I. You got me so hot, I just came.
Then I'd work my way down,
Not with the wrong word in 15 down.
who knew this existed
But...
The next night, I went to take care of Samantha.
By the way, there will be no next time.
- Until then, you're a free agent. - The rules according to Samantha?
Big and I... we have this thing.
I can't do this any more, sleep with two people at the same time.
Sweetie? what's this?
Not only was my secret safe, but I had become lovable.
Talk to Trey. I'm sure his lawyers will take care of this.
but I couldn't file away what had happened with Big.
- Yeah? - It's me, carrie.
You can take her.
we both know you're not big on the dog-walking.
- Nada. - That's bad business.
She wasn't the only one who needed a fix.
It was great, and it's not happening again.
No, no affair. Just one night, and it is not happening again.