Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There's only one thing I could think of that could solve it.
She and I are just friends. I told you that a thousand times.
- You proved that by... - Breaking in.
- Rory? - Taylor, you scared me.
I need coffee, extra strong.
- Max Medina. - Nice to meet you.
- What's wrong with her? - Nothing's wrong with her, Mary.
He's met one of those Thursday-afternoon girls.
throwing French fries at those she disagrees with.
- I'm doing my job. - Stop saying that.
'I have no desire to stop and talk to you ever. '
- That's not good. - How's that not good?
And your hearts are broken.
For the hotel industry, but not for you.
Some guys are just naturally loners.
There's a funny one of you sticking out your tongue. He had a lot.
Throw in the whole cow, and serve it to this man right here.
I'm over Tristan. Don't back out on my account.
You've been shot with an arrow...
Not 1,001, not 999, but 1,000.
I don't want an answer now.
Like last time.
- Fine. - Good.
Enough of this arguing.
Yes, and we knew him. He used to live in town.
Thanks. Bye.
You think having Rachel is settling?
- I don't like it. - I don't either.
Hope you and the empty seat have a lot of fun.
- Hey, how's it going? - Rachel.
before Maybin Hewes bought it. Remember him?
You explained ennui to her.
Give me a clue as to whether you're kidding or not.
Totally distracting.
You ask for 1,000, I bring 1,000.
- Thanks. - You're welcome.
- Same here. - It's like a vicious circle.
So you're saying that life is...
Ding-dong.
That's the whole point.
I'd like to open the meeting up for miscellaneous issues.
Did you date casual, nothing-type dating...
So, if you could write a song and sing it, then you could say what you need to.
- We are two peas in a pod. - Scary thought, Taylor.
Dear God Almighty Mr. Mirkle!
and a subtle buildup to the popping of the big question.