Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't have one. I own this place, remember?
Look at you.
- Are you wearing glasses? - No.
Like any good junky, I knew how to hide the evidence.
Just yards away from decaying cows.
I should send you to Pennsylvania more often.
well, you know...
which for Samantha meant making her mom's childhood remedy -
Got it. Plates.
Oh, my God. Pete's here?
He doesn't wear cologne.
24 hours, three degrees of fever and two pages of her black book later,
- You sound like you are. - It can't happen. You're married.
I was delirious. I also saw spots all over my bathtub.
Samantha was discovering it was easier to find a guy to screw her
- Look, headbands are back. - where's the food?
- I slept with Big last week. - You're having an affair?
- OK. - I don't wanna be paranoid.
- Goodbye. - Bye.
we're not married yet, and already we're talking about divorce.
- I thought I shouldn't say... - No.
Right, I'll call you later.
They're wASPs. There's never food, only booze.
Hi. God, I missed you.
Hey, you.
- Last night I ordered condoms. - You didn't fuck the delivery guy!
Right.
I love him, but I feel like no one cares about me.
The next night, Miranda was going to third with George
- You did, did you? - Yeah.
Your nipple's so hard.
- I have to wait till next time. - There will be a next time?
I had lost Pete, and I would probably lose Aidan.
I thought if we could negotiate, it'd be OK, but now it all feels wrong.
That's bullshit. I just want you.
I see. That is the standard amount.