Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No man's gonna buy that.
Someday we're gonna look back on it and we're gonna laugh.
I mean, statistics show that right now I'm at my sexual peak.
Once again, for everybody's information...
You hurt me, and you try and bribe me with a sandwich?
Lana.
Oh, I must jot that down.
You're disgusting, and I'm disgusted to have to defend you.
...that measures your blood pressure and pulse rate?
Sick? I'm feeling wonderful.
Good God.
Helpless.
- Where do you want it? - Anywhere, please.
I bet your lungs are disgusting too.
- Well, you're looking good. - I know.
The guilt is coming back into her cheeks.
Harry, how could you?
Any defense, Miss Williams?
It's just an omelet.
She's gotta reload sooner or later.
Lana...
How is your fiancé?