Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's my water.

I had a pastrami sandwich. She had eggplant lasagna.

...and a root beer for Priya.

- No, she wouldn't. - Your big problem is me telling her.

They dressed up in leotards and goggles.

Is it just me, or does she sound sexy when she's angry?

He takes the elf from off the shelf.

Okay, you're not helping.

Doesn't matter. I'm the king of foreplay.

I'd like a seven-day course of penicillin...

...one iced tea...

So your mirth is merely a discharge of nervous energy...

Do you want me to spill hot soup on her?

- Oh, my God, what happened? - I don't know, I just got a text. Hurry.

Hope so. Course, if history is any indication...

Oh, yeah, she's got puddles in all the right places.

Don't worry, you'll be fine. Let's just hide Mr. Cross.

Do you really want her telling the other one why?

- Did you talk? - Oh, sure.

What can I tell you, after I found the courage...

You mean, sexual intercourse?

I'll give you $1000 if you'll drive me home.