Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's a civil war! A revolution! You know, we had one too.

'Cause from where I'm standing, looking at your life,

Here, I'll get you some coffee.

{\an8}[Tully] Hmm.

Would you come home with me?

[soft instrumental music playing]

Johnny? Hello? Mister Producer, can we have some attention here?

"Sources close to her describe a ruthlessly ambitious woman

because you're carrying my baby, and because sometimes

glamorous yet down-to-earth host of The Girlfriend Hour,

{\an8}The other half is pretty great.

Plus, we haven't even done it yet.

{\an8}Like I would ever be jealous of you and Chad Wiley.

But, I should tell you that you have a pair of underwear stuck to your back.

{\an8}You're the one who gets off sneaking around with your student, Professor Wiley.

I can stay and help edit the piece.

No. You can wear mine.

Except, I think they loved him more.

They're gorgeous. You are glowing.

And the winner is--

Well, it is so nice to meet you, Isabel.

But are you sure you want to do this? I mean, what about the gossips?

Why is everyone so unhappy?

-[Kate] Oh, my God! Carol! -Ooh.

{\an8}No, and I postponed it.

{\an8}He's being too nice, too supportive.

I don't… I don't know you.

Johnny and I are over. And the gossips can go fuck themselves.

And before you start campaigning to replace Carol--

What's going on?

-Let's just-- I don't know, let's just go. -No, wait.

{\an8}[Tully] I believe you.

♪ No matter what you are ♪

-Um… I'll get coffee. -Oh, Kate, you're the best.

I've been compiling this whole binder in case Kimber finally said yes.

[laughing] Fucking love you, bitch.

Should I pray for Humpty Dumpty?

-Right, Katie? -[coughs]

No, this is my work phone. [laughs] Yeah.

[sighs] God, Marnie's such a bitch-face!

{\an8}Ugh. You think?

Sorry. You remember my friend Mando, the photographer?

[girl] So good.

-[Tully] You're an ass. -[Chad] Ugh…

Rag sheets, no.

Yeah, I said that you wouldn't remember, but you swore that--

-I'm sorry. -Refill please.

{\an8}He's a creep who preys on students.

We want to fight wars, but we don't want to know about 'em.

Then you would have been my first assignment.

[chuckling softly]

Congratulations, you're a woman now!

Feel that connection with the Earth, the nature, the moon, tides.

Did you really think I give a shit about wealth or fame?