Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Therapy is just so self-indulgent.
Come on in.
...and the Knicks.
Later that week, Miranda went shopping for dinner.
She just did not get me at all. She thought I was a game player.
Well, I'm glad you did.
You were playing games.
Come on, girls. Let the games begin.
Get it to Johnson. He's on fire tonight. Go L.J., go!
You're in a very compromising position.
...but there was something about him.
First you go once a week, then three times a week...
Dr. G! My god! She is hot, hot, hot.
-I'm Don. -Samantha.
I do:
What about you? What's your problem?
Were my friends right?