Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Michael, everything's for sale. It all comes down to a matter of price.

I want to live in the building where the Masons live.

And I live there, so watch it.

Whoa, forget about Tyler. This video is blowing up.

A spider fell in his lap in the dressing room,

despite her well-known TV work.

I just bought the penthouse in your building.

I can't even skate. I just didn't want to stay home alone again.

Billy! So good to finally see you out of the station.

Or, as Judith would say, "Who's the boss?"

Less pressure for you than it is for me.

It's to you, "babe."

What makes you think they're even talking about you?

Such great taste.

-I guess I'll take a vodka. -Great choice.

Intellectually, there was an attraction, but my dick is saying otherwise.

and he jumped up and he ran into a wall!

Wait. Are you the Stanley James? The art dealer?

-That's a good point. Screw the sentiment.

I think, in general, we worry too much about what we eat.

That guy Billy pawned me off on at the skating party.

Don't tell my mother.

-Oh, that does it for me. I'm tapped out. -Fine. Let's call it.