Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It started way before the pool...
-What just happened? -Oh, babe! Come here.
♪ White noise calling on a sudden deluge ♪
and all those other crash-and-burn relationships in a box.
-Oh, God. -I mean, come on, that's you.
Because of what you read?
He tracked me down the very next morning after we met.
You gotta come out. You've been benched way too long.
If she'd hoed her way through half of Manhattan like I had,
You know, I just but...
It's your thoughts. It's supposed to be private.
Really? A Georgia Peach?
[theme music playing]
-I'll talk to you later. -Talk soon.
[crowd cheering]
and I took it.
I'm lost.
And they've got the money since the merger.
Yes, we dated for a while. But she's married now to a great guy.
Hey, you be good for Trina, okay?
[Billie chuckles]
♪ Your lips are gasoline ♪
and we are going out.
She was here all day.
We're gonna do this.
I mean, it's three times the size of our normal investment.
[man] Hey! What the hell are you doing in my pool?
Fine.
Doesn't get bigger than New York.
Okay.
Why don't you walk him over, Billie?
you might be going tonight.
Yeah!
Well, I don't usually lead with that, it's more of a third-date admission.
Okay, I-- I don't want you down there at all.
Hamilton's on your way to any-fucking-where
-So you grew up in New York? -Yeah, for a while.
-You weren't scared? -Nah.
I wore a crown.
[breast pump buzzing]
Let me guess, investment banker?
How's that working out for you?
[tender music playing]