Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...that you and I are more alike than you realize.
- You certainly do. - Wow!
...old...
...and I got this so sad phone call from Harry.
Sleeping is something that I prefer to do alone.
One of them opened up to me.
But she allows you to strip in the front yard?
No, he's not a burglar.
- Okay. - Not bad.
- What are you hungry for? - What are my choices?
Cold, distant, like I'm frozen in some painting?
He's insanely too old for me.
And...
I don't know how to be a boyfriend.
Harry, he's not you.
Hey, l...
So this is what you're supposed to do on a rainy afternoon, huh?
- You've worried about me? - Yes, honey.
He absolutely did. And you know what?
And why do you think I married the director of my plays?
- What's up? - Okay, here's the thing.
...one week after having a heart attack...
She'll never see him after this weekend. She can't commit either.
You mean like crying?
- So you think I'm inhuman? - No. I think you're formidable.
He's your friend, he's not mine.
Mr. Sanborn, what were you doing at the onset of the pain?
Yes, I do.
You're in your P.J. s! I feel like I'm interrupting!
She's beyond uptight. Almost makes her fun to be around.
I'm very good at giving this tour, by the way, although...
...so I keep listening to French music, hoping to get inspired.
This is pretty unusual for me. I'm not used to having sleepovers.
It's just crude and violent for my taste...
- Let you get some sleep. - Let me sleep?
- I mean... I kind of... - It would be great...
- Excuse me. - I'm sorry.
We're gonna stop it, but I need to know what medications you take.
Look at this.
Yeah, well...
More like for, you know, wearing lipstick and whistling and...
Really? With your social life?
...and therefore, more and more interesting.
And the phone doesn't stop.
This is my big fear, that some guy can get me...
So where do you like to eat in Paris?
Up to her old tricks. Learning Italian, remodeling her apartment in the city...
- Dave. - I'm not putting any pressure on you.
...from the deepest part of my heart.
...love-them-and-leave-them stuff, you know?
A heart-healthy dinner from our cafeteria.
Sleeping by myself took getting used to, but I got the hang of it.
Just your tits.
You didn't even take any Viagra...
Yeah.
And anyway, I like staying in, and I like this time in my life.
- You're kidding, right? - No.
- Mr. Sanborn? - Yeah.
...I suggest you do whatever it takes to decompress. Now lie down.
...especially older men, are threatened and afraid...
...of soft beach.
Thank you so much for the gorgeous flowers, by the way. They're so huge.
Anyway, do you actually buy that horseshit?
Harry, what is it?
I'd like to try sleeping with you.
- What else? - Palm trees.
...couldn't possibly cure what was ailing me.
I don't want to play the uptight nurse to your bad-boy patient.
Chest pain, hospitalized a week ago with an MI.
WHEN is your birthday ( cuando es tu cumpleaño)
...not to mention just a tad misogynistic.
- You don't? - No.
I asked them if you could come, and they said it was fine.
Trust me, if I ever catch a guy in his underwear in my refrigerator...
Yeah.
Oh. Oh, my God!
That you don't know how to be a boyfriend?
Good night.
- Nobody but you would stop... - Yeah, so you're lucky.
- Which record company? - Drive-By Records.
- Honey? - Yeah?
Yeah, didn't I read an article about you in New York magazine?
- I saw the last one twice. - Julian, a walk-in may need stitches.
- I'm famous, huh? - Hey, just to us.
...even though you've been on my mind since I woke up at 5:15.
No way. It can't be.
"Not like before" is what we like to hear.
These are for you to give me when you apologize.
Well, a guy like you is in it, but he's not you.
Because I put nitroglycerin into your drip.
Oh, God!
I can't handle it, wouldn't want to handle it.
- My God! - What are you doing?
So instead of pitying you, they write articles about you.
It's an empty water glass. What are the choices?
That's true. But, Harry, I haven't heard from you in six months.
You came here to see me?