Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- What's wrong? - I was just hot.

I most certainly am.

- Charles Duffy Anderson IV. - Ding, ding, ding.

- Why do I have a rolling pin? - It's for you to make pies.

- I'm on the steering committee. - Really? I'm a member.

Magda was not only cleaning, she was performing an exorcism.

Until recently, the bride had a life of her own.

- Massage oil, cigarettes. - Nipple clamps.

She's got a cold, and didn't want to get everybody sick.

We can always use help in fundraising.

I've never felt less so. Let's just go.

- OK. - You like this boyfriend?

Well, we'll see. I don't know if I want to get married.

Sweetie, who cares how you look to other women.

That looks nice, what you have on there.

Game over. I had to accept that in life, some women are simply better.

Like freakin' Annie-get-your-clothes-on.

- Great, I'll see you there. - All right.

I don't feel like being relaxed in here.

That afternoon, Charlotte faced her fear.

Later that week, I had a religious experience at Manolo Blahnik.