Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I hear everyone is dying for John Mayer's syphilis.
Sexy.
You had some day yesterday.
Well, in that case, I love you.
Today. I held up my end. Just do it.
You should go feed the baby.
You smell like a man.
Is that--? Are you wearing my deodorant?
Have a seat, sinners.
One of them had a really nice ass.
She is pregnant, isn't she?
Oh, Christ. Of course. Fucking Dean.
Let me help you.
Well, at least we still have that in common.
-And she actually said yes? -She will. She's hooked.
You're gloating.
-So you did it, huh? -I did. She's a doctor.
-Who else got shot? -Nobody got shot.
You're the worst actor ever.
I was thinking about how you owe me an "I love you"...
You know, I could use a little more snakebite for my lips.
Her friends suck.
I had a little too much to drink last night.
Congratulations.
OD'd on what?
She wanted you feeling relaxed and well.
Little sorry that you pledged eternal love and devotion?
When Quinn tied me up, I chafed.
Armored and ready for battle.
Don't you fucking dare. Okay? I thought you were cool.