Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, I'm gonna throw up.
Come on, baby.
You know, I got a couple of theories that I'm working on.
[keyboard keys clacking]
[exhales]
I-- I can't do this anymore.
No. No.
♪ What if I'm late, got a big date ♪
I'm in control. I'm beautiful and loved. I deserve love. I'm in control.
-I'm trying to tell you-- -You can't go skipping work again.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
[Mike] It's--
If there are two, one kills the other.
Bye.
you were gonna lose your shit.
I'm Liana. Welcome to Garrett's.
I am beautiful.
Okay, so he's about six feet tall, early thirties.
who was this guy.
You slept with Mike?
[automated voice] I am in control. I am in control.
-You need to go, sir. -Fucking Christ.
[knock on door]
-What's up? You seem a little-- -You always say that.
If I said anything that wasn't in complete agreement or wildly encouraging...
The break up, man.