Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[sighs]
Can I give you a hug?
[laughter on TV]
[man laughs]
No?
Okay.
Jesus Christ.
He was always a really good musician, even then.
-Do you want me to keep talking? -No, 'cause then I can't fall asleep.
I miss him.
I'm sitting in your outdoor living room, watching TV next to your hot tub.
-She doesn't? -No. We broke up two months ago.
How are you a Jo?
I don't know.
I'm from Brooklyn.
-[sighs] I'm sick of other people's food. -Me, too.
What are you wearing?
I never meant to hurt anyone. I swear to God.
Sorry. Newport Beach.
Okay.
[sighs]
-Feeling a little Blair-y. -I'm a fucking Jo!
-[sighs] -I have an idea.
-As far as we know. -Charlie, please.
Yeah. I mean, he had a full-on beer belly.
Oh, hey.
Oh, yes, I do.
Fuck.
[Brooklyn accent] Like this.
but that doesn't make it okay for you to attack someone like that.
It's my take on Mexican lasagna.
Um... It used to be Ted's music studio, but...
Men get that middle-aged man puff.
-I thought she was a friend. -Okay.
Three-ninety-one.
So, I live with that.
[sighs]
I made it.
Come here.
Oh, he was...
Fuck.
-It was a little scary. -I'm sorry.
[sniffles] Thank you.