Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I fear my orgasm has left me a cripple

I can't help you. You're gonna have to get them someplace else.

All right, you know what we should do?

They don't rake the sand traps.

What is your name, señor?

...that this isn't anybody you should be talking to.

We've put this off long enough. Today's the day.

- Big workday. - That's right.

- What do you mean, we're? - Susan wants me to be there.

Slackmoji standards is what he's indicating there...

- That was a weird thing to say. - Why? It didn't mean anything.

- Oh, here's your sunglasses. - Oh, thanks. Come on in for a second.

So we're on for later?

- All right, so go ahead. - So then we go back to my apartment.

How could you say something like that to me?

- I can't. I'm leaving. - No, Sandra...

- Real good! - What?

She thought, I think, Yeah, it's a real treat talking to her on the phone.

- I can't work for you. - Oh, God.

How could you do this?

Can you come here for a second?

I can’t—I won’t

I love you madly, John.

In fact, if George and I weren't so busy working, I'd do it myself.

- Of course. - Okay.

- About the cabin- - I love that place.

Wow, I've never seen this before.

Her son's a podiatrist, you know.

You got four hours. What about the script?

But, Cherish the cabin.

So she just left the office...

Not to mention the calibre of people you have to play with.

What's one thing got to do with another?

...with one of those very same cigars.

- No. Nothing. - Nothing?

I don't know how I shall ever get back to work.

Oh, I forgot to ask you: how'd you like the cabin?

And I have, for 45 years.

Well, we really should be heading out.

Daddy, there's- There's something that we have to talk to you about.

Do they forget that they're married?

I think you're *really* sick.