Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Yeah? - I'm looking for a Mrs. Jones.

Is that a problem?

without being a woman pretending to be a man.

I'm never gonna be a girly girl. I never will.

Smoking is the only thing that keeps me balanced.

And I can't cook.

I'm very into labels. Gay. Straight. Pick a side and stay there.

I thought I'd come by and scare the shit out of you.

Faced with relationship problems, some women turn to fried food.

I don't know if I can move forward, but I don't want to lose you.

She also wears make-up to the gym.

Isn't that next to Ricky Martinville?

This isn't helping me find my inner goddess, only my inner humiliation.

Yeah, but we're not.

- Hi. I'm late. I know I'm late. - It's OK.

He makes me nervous. I think he is...

The way your upper lip tastes.

Listen to me. We've called your boss three times already.

Somewhere between Gen X and Y, they blended and made XY.

- I know what I'm doing. - And I know better.

Don't forget I gave you that egg.

Nothing about him or our third date felt typical.

This is what we're watching?

I went to the market. I needed extra virgin olive oil. They only had virgin.

- Here. - Thanks.