Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...and I rode it all the way to Brooklyn.
An agency left its card. They wanna sign me!
Can I borrow stuff? I wanna make Aurora breakfast.
When I'm with a woman, I need to know...
No, don't do this!
I suppose, mainly sexual.
Don't ever tell me what you did in there.
I've done crappy plays for six years...
...for three guys like us.
I'm sorry. He'll be waiting for me.
Stand back, everyone. Incoming ego shrapnel.
Sorry it didn't work out.
Look at it this way. You dumped her!
- Come on, this might be good. - I don't know.
The exclamation point scares me.
Let's see.
"I got the part! I'm gonna be Joey T ribbiani's ass!"
- Ride them, cowboy. - I'm sorry!
Notice, no fear. No sense of impending doom.
One might wonder.
I can't believe I'm considering this.
I like that better.
Who's Rick?
.
You mean you wanna sign me?
How about that accent?
Joey...
I had trouble with it at first, but I get all the good stuff. All the fun, all the talking, all the sex... ...and no responsibility.
All right, once...
Who's Rick?
I feel violated.