Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No excuses, huh? My balls are smooth.
- Even you wouldn't stoop that low. - Lana, come on...
The secret ingredient is phone.
Da, is why I fall in love with you.
- Probably fraught with danger. - You really think so?
Unprofessional?
- I think we're making some progress. - Where, in opposite-world?
Cyril, bare your soul.
Now, will you just put a lid on it?
- Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Cyril, come on.
after four weeks. - What are you, a lesbian?
- Lana? - Asshole?
- Um, I guess I've been working out? - Yes, I can see that.
Da, is very... Ahem. Pretty nice boat.
and you're the last man I was in bed with.
I am awesome!
God, you know how much I hate that.
Oh, my God.
Oh. So you can hang out on a boat?
My God, Kolya, we were so young.
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My point is, dear, you can trust Cyril.
for my goddamn flex-account!
- And since you didn't do your job... - I will, all right?
Security deposit. What was it, a pair of flip-flops?
How would I know? I'm at a conference.