Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- February. - Well, mine's January.
You know, I can't decide if, God, do you hate me?
You just said... You know something, I have no idea how to do this.
Wanna go for a swim?
...and you and Harry stay.
- I love ya. - I love you too.
- You're Mrs. Sanborn? - No! Oh, no. No, I'm just...
Well, I've just been to every store in the city.
Can you bring me another?
The sweet, uncomplicated satisfaction of the younger woman.
Okay, okay.
Tell me the truth. Are you at all glad we waited?
- She's just... - Well, that's wonderful.
What are they listening to?
We could've carried on a fun thing for a while.
No, this is interesting. Look at her. She is so accomplished.
Julian, I hope you know how mortified I am by my behavior.
Just let me go back to the city.
Let her figure things out for herself.
I meet a thousand new people every day. Besides, let's face it.
He's very lucky.
See, I don't really date all that much or all that well.
Let's not get so dramatic here. What are we, four teenagers?
I'll make us some coffee, get you your pills...
I gotta build up to climbing stairs and stuff like that.
No words can ever express my gratitude...
...of something that gives you a feeling of peace and serenity.
If you can climb a flight of stairs, you can have sex.
Is everybody still there?
Would you like to order or...?
It doesn't matter, right?
Yeah.
You're Erica Barry?
Oh, my God.
...and gives him CPR and saves his life.
...is an amazing woman.
So tell me. When can you go home?
You never get hot?
- How is she? - She's really good.
No.
Relax, relax.
Honey, I wanna go home. Can you call Leo...?
- You don't? - I don't.
I like them. I've always liked them, and I'm just a turtleneck kind of gal.
But you know, he's...
...aren't I?
I don't know. This is an area that's a little tricky for me.
- Erica. Green tea. - Oh! That's hot.
I have never lied to you.
Yeah, but how many words can you rhyme with "bitch"?
Let's just calm down.
Okay, I'm gonna pee, take one of your blood-pressure pills...
Hi.
I was there about six hours...
Well, well. Now look who's got something that works.
...to feel something for another person that is so...?
I'll call her later.
Never married, which, as we know, if you were a woman, would be a curse.
Yes, it's rabbit you hate.
Most successful female playwright since who? Lillian Hellman?
When you hear the same story about yourself...
...and worrying about how you are and if I ruined your life.
At first I thought I had the wrong restaurant, but here you are.
...to the hospital because you're filling your clogged arteries with smoke.
- Okay. - Well, I'm an old dog, you know?
Impressive.
I'd love to see that.
- Harry, I gotta go. - Slow down!
Women your age love that about me.
Erica, you're incredibly sexy.
I'm 36.
Message one.
I went where the story took me. It's a work of fiction, stuff that I made up.
...of productive, interesting women. It is just so clear.
I got you something great at the farm stand.
Erica, as it turns out...
This may surprise you, but some women consider me quite the guy.
Yeah.
I won't sue you, if that's what you think.
...we're not bumping into each other?
Harry, over here.
That is so sweet. You guys are making pancakes?
Pick you up around 7?
- Yes. Sorry... - No, it's very funny, by the way.
That fleeting age when everything just falls right into place.
After I saw you in the theater, with the dancing Henrys...
I think she's very beautiful. And she's a fantastic writer, you know.
...what are we gonna do out here, just the two of us, for two whole days?
I thank you from the bottom of my...
- Mr. Sanborn, back so soon? - This is it, I'm dying.
Or if you're the only person who ever really got me.
- You look beautiful. - Thank you.
- Who's the lucky guy? - My husband.
Buy some things.
Harry.
- Goodbye, Mrs. Barry. - Goodbye?
- Yeah. - Yeah, big twist, huh?
Hello. Yes! Yes, I have an intruder in my house.
You can't.
...was I was actually giving closure to generations of women.
So bored out here, so I figured I should come see how you're doing.
- A note? - A note.
Hearing what she had to say was no picnic, but I stuck it out and I listened.
No. And the pain I was having was sharp...
Come on. You must beat them away with a stick.
She's great. She's totally brilliant, but she's not your type.
I forgot how these slip right down. I'm fine.
I can't even imagine what you think of me.
- I'm just asking. - Dad!
- No, wait. What...? - Look, please...
What the hell does that mean?
No, this is more fun.
- That's not possible. - Yeah, it's true.
...who were you talking to?
Lower your voice!
- Not as much. - Out of breath?
No chance in hell he said we were nice.
And it's never for me.