Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I just don't want this night to end.

Great! Thank you! But what am I writing about?

I'm sorry. I've wasted two years rotting away in this job.

We met when we were just kids.

Tully, where's my coffee?

I-I look forward to seeing you. Okay.

So, kiss me then.

I am so sorry again about this. Thank you for coming with me.

Viejo, eso sí. This is my sister, Hope.

{\an8}Smelling like wood chips.

Well, not really. Maybe in like six months or so, if we're both still feeling it.

Oh, what's going on with the Kimber interview?

This is like the most fun I've had in ages.

Ah, nobody wants the story, Mularkey.

Well, let me just say,

I have had it up to here with Johnny Ryan not seeing what I'm capable of.

Well, I'm sober now.

-I would love to. -Great.

{\an8}My body, my choice.

We're going to see this cutting-edge artist, Jessica Talisman.

What? Oh. no, is it grass?

-You're a really, really good kisser. -Mm-hmm.

Oh, my God, I'm so late. What am I gonna tell Mr. Frankel?

Although she does have a little bit of competition these days.

{\an8}Oh, Chad! Oh, Chad! [moans]

-You mean the baby? Uh-huh. -Yeah, that.

{\an8}And he is a phenomenal kisser.

and work the night shift in a diner."

We broke up, again, and it's my fault because I am miserable.

[chuckles mockingly] Hi, Kate. Oh, I love your glasses.

Maybe I'll become a waitress, or maybe Chad will take me back

and you know what I saw?

{\an8}And I'm happy. And you know what? It is about damn time.

I see why he's in love with you.

-Well, what are you gonna wear? -I'm wearing a dress. Would you take them?

[scream repeating on TV]

But you kind of just trail off here.

-You're back. -You look awful.

-You really don't trust me, do you? -I trust you… ish.

{\an8}like wood chips in a rainstorm.

Opposite. You are the cool one.

This is a nightmare. I can never leave. I live in the bathroom now.

[gasps happily]

[rock song plays]

Really? Your great-aunt Bertha sounds hot.

Go fuck yourself!

[laughs] Just kidding. Online dating's for losers.

Don't forget the bloating, the cramps, the inequality.

-I didn't know what to do. -That is not your fault.

your mom died when you were just a kid.

Oh, no, I didn't. I just had a, um--

No, you were fine. Um, we mostly just, you know, talked about work.

Beautiful dress.

And I thought, "This is it. I'm dead."

Oh, my God. The murder would have been better.

-Wait, seriously? My own byline? -Mm-hmm.