Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They're right here on my screen. I could say them to you.
You better go hit the singles bars. You should go to Tuggles for ladies' night.
- Hi, I'm... - Intercourse!
Frannie, bar whores. Bar whores, Frannie.
Like when I saw The Sixth Sense and vowed to never tell the big twist...
Stan, this is ridiculous. You have to end this right now.
No, I was already composing your suicide note when you stood up.
Joanna got joint custody. We get him every other weekend.
JEZ LAUFA PROC OD PJACE?!?!?
- Your growling can intrigues me. - So take a sip.
Go sleep with another woman.
- Do it, then. - Think I won't?
...I'll conquer my insecurities, and we can get married again.
Oh, my God, this is my song! I totally asked him to play this!
You're an addict.
Oh, yeah.
I feel weird. Something's happening to my body.
- Somebody got a little nasty no-no. - No, not yet.
This is the largest sex garden in North America.
I can't believe you got married.