Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Somebody had sex with Alice.

He thinks of you as his friend/roommate, instead of his therapist.

[sighs] I appreciate you two telling me about that.

This one's my favorite. It's a Belgian loafer.

You were originally referred to me,

Paul! Paul, look who I found.

Gotta get this off my chest. I lied.

You know what? From now on, you're banned from my house.

rub 'em together and make a fire. I don't care.

I got one who won't open up to me. I got one who made out with me.

Fine. Doesn't mean I have to go with you.

I'm sorry. That's totally my fault for making that sound like a question.

We were just studying, and it happened.

When I was staying at my parents' crib,

Here, boo. -Thanks.

Let's dig a little deeper? [sighs] -Nah.

That's right. -That's great.

What's wrong with her foot? -Nobody knows.

Work was a shit show today too.

I'm glad. See ya. -Mmm. Okay. But you fucked me!

Jimmy. -I am so mad, Liz.

What do you say?

Whoa. Who's your sweetheart? And is she a sexy bitch?

[laughs] I'll take it. -Yeah.

So there's a, um, waiting room just around the corner.

Sean, we haven't talked at all about your time in Afghanistan.

Because this-this happens all the time. -[groans] Really?

Cool. Always wanted to help out a wealthy, middle-aged white guy.

If I wasn't your therapist, I'd say fuck you too!

and you didn't deserve that.

I can do it. I can do it. I can do it both ways.

And I used pancake butter. -[Liz] Mmm.

Three, no one wants a powerful hand job.

People want my playlists.