Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I had come a little early to catch up on my reading.

This from a woman who plays peek-a-boo with her neighbor.

...you start sentences, "My shrink says...."

I went out with this guy on Saturday night. I thought we had a great time.

Of course you do.

So why are you in therapy, seriously?

-And you met him at your shrink's? -It wasn't a setup or anything.

So, tell me about him:

I guess that one's mine.

But maybe you should think about whining to a shrink.

You can't swing a Fendi purse without knocking over five Iosers.