Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Put your hands on me now. - Come on, it'll be fun.

I guess I'm not used to unloading on people.

You should never argue with a woman who's here to discuss women.

It's fine. Really, I get it.

- Looks like someone got the short straw. - No, I ordered pancakes.

Look, Jess, we were never friends.

...but I'm meeting Ashley and Madison later to brainstorm for a prom theme.

All different kinds of loyalty, Sandy. I chose mine.

We all have our types, don't we?

It seems there's been some complaints about your associate.

Reason and logic don't stand a chance. I understand that.

Still won't come out.

That's not to say we should just be talking.

Now, I am not a licensed sex therapist, but my father was.

- Whoa. - Yeah, whoa.

Don't worry, it's just me.

I wasn't looking for you.

How do you know all this?

- Hey, what's all that? - Little halftime buffet.

But maybe it's personal.

No offense, I just don't think you should step into the ring with me.

What? You gotta take your brother's leftovers?

- My God. You didn't have sex, did you? - Are my pancakes ready yet?

It's called raunchy sex.

Tell you what, why don't you stay a while.

And the " sacrificing one life to save the many" argument?

All right. Two down, one to go.

...the more emotionally unavailable you are...

Hey. Am I interrupting?

In fact, I'm all yours.

Now you choose yours. What's it gonna be?