Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No. wait. You're angry. Don't answer that.

- Okay. - Okay.

Maybe you're upset because you're jealous of Sam.

It's over. I'm gone. Goodnight. Buh-bye.

And you. just date whoever you want.

It's cool. We'll talk later. I'm going to Balducci's.

How does everybody know?

- It was Sam! - Oh my God!

Head? Uh. eyes. nose. a face.

Am I crazy? I mean. is this a bad idea?

Really? 'Cause I'm getting a reading.

hold her in your arms. kiss her. smell her woman's scent.

I wasn't talking about the dog.

It's the produce guy from Balducci's.

See. that's a problem because I do.

Is there something you wanted to tell me?

- God. I won't say a word. - Swear.

- Sounds like? - Uh...

Sam! Oh my God!

Come on. Tiny Dancer. talk to me.

Clearly. you wish you were the one who was sleeping with her.

And uh. speaking of poker. who was it. huh?

Yeah. well. Karen said the only reason I went for Sam

- Will. I really need to talk-- - Wait. hold on.

Like he owns me. Who died and made him the Sultan of Brunei?

Is it wrong that I feel so good in this?

Do it. Maybe he's "Hat."

- It isn't? - No. It's--

I've seen you flirt with him.

I just want you to be happy.