Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Did you see that?

I can't! You screen!

That was really thoughtless of me. I know this must be hard for you.

They said you had a panic attack.

You're saying you fucked him back to Iife?

Come on, Iet's go.

AII right, maybe I have.

Wait, not here.

Meanwhile, four unreturned calls later, my number was up.

But if anyone asks, it was a gift from the designer.

They had inadvertently labeled her as "separated. "

$2,000? You're kidding.

Apparently, Sandy was not feeling as charitable as her husband.

We never made it to the second game.

Apparently, Charlotte and I were the inappropriate ones.

Your card and you are not accepted here.

That night, Miranda had another disconcerting experience.

...back early from groping a sweater set at Bendels.

I didn't know if it was suicide or not.

Ruthie kept pretty much to herself.

-Do you believe in heaven? -Yeah.

You're right, Iet's go inside.

Reminder, honey: this is a funeral, not Friday night at Bond Street.

The ex-wife wasn 't even in the picture...

I was scared to death. The first time we got involved, I got out just in time.

...a delicacy got stuck.

-We can't do this. -Yes, we can.

One man's death was another woman 's p.r. opportunity.