Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

Go fuck yourself!

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

I see why he's in love with you.

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

[scream repeating on TV]

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

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

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

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

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

I-I look forward to seeing you. Okay.

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

I just don't want this night to end.

your mom died when you were just a kid.

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

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

{\an8}My body, my choice.

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

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

Well, let me just say,

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

{\an8}like wood chips in a rainstorm.

-I would love to. -Great.

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

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

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

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

Tully, where's my coffee?

Beautiful dress.

What? Oh. no, is it grass?

So, kiss me then.

Opposite. You are the cool one.

Ah, nobody wants the story, Mularkey.

Well, I'm sober now.

and work the night shift in a diner."

But you kind of just trail off here.

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

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

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

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

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

Really? Your great-aunt Bertha sounds hot.

[gasps happily]

and you know what I saw?

[rock song plays]

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

-You're back. -You look awful.

{\an8}Smelling like wood chips.

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

{\an8}And he is a phenomenal kisser.

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

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

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

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

We met when we were just kids.