Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and a singular hunger to satisfy my every carnal need?

No, guys, guys, I'm fine.

- Robin, I know you're upset. - What? No.

Listen, do you want to go out Saturday night?

- You're gonna plan the whole thing? - Mmm-hmm.

And the more you touch it, the softer it gets.

And speaking of rare, prime rib. Don't forget. Thank you.

And that's your superdate

(FIREWORKS EXPLODING)

There was a lot of Scotch and a lot of long nights at the shooting range.

- A superdate? - Mmm-hmm.

Of Course You're Still Single. Take a Look at Yourself, You Dumb Slut.

- I said, a bang, bang, bangity bang - Bang, bang, bang

I mean that guy has been active

- Yeah. - Not, however, a super time.

I hope so, too.

It has been four months since you broke up with Barney.

Yeah, you too. Okay. Bye, Don.

All right, kid, let's hear the story, from the beginning.

- How'd the big date go? - Uh, pretty well.

Well, you're in luck. 'Cause mine's the tiniest.

For wonders and amazement served up on a silver plate

- No. - How about you? You interested?