Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm glad I lost everything.

-She's helping me out with something. -[Beatrice] I thought we were going away.

[jazz music playing]

It's a South African gold bullion.

I don't know. I can't remember.

You little bitch.

-Sweet birthday baby, having fun? -Where'd it go?

It's like if you said that you were afraid of spiders and then I was like, "Here's a bunch of spiders."

Slipped in the shower. Uh, bathtub electrocution.

Look, you promise you're not gonna flip out?

she spent them all except for this one.

This little bitch fucked you,

♪ I can't take things slowly... ♪

[knocking on door]

Oh, this. This was my mother's.

I'm a therapist, not a shaman.

So, is this about as drunk as you were?

-You fucked Mike from the party? -Oh, here we go.

can maintain erections like few men I've known, all right?

But she would get fixated on little things, and...

I'd fuck anything, huh.

...in a very specific way.

♪ Yeah, you know what I mean ♪

Hey, I'm cheating on you.

[rings repeatedly]

Look. I am sorry that I yelled at you for just trying to be a nice person, okay?

I was taking care of business. [Nadia clears her throat]

Midnight? Where were you at this time?

Do you mind smoking outside?

No, listen to me. I remembered my first death.