Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay. Love you.

Yeah, we're doing great.

It's okay, 'cause we're the owners!

- And I'm fine. - Okay.

read the first page.

With Nick? Nicholas Miller?

God, I missed you.

♪ Careful, surprise ♪

Oh that's a mistake.

Vancouver's Shoe.

Cece, I'm begging you, please tell her to go home.

- It's woodturning, but go on. - Honey, do you think that

but I think nailed the most important one:

There's something about him.

[clears throat]

[doves cooing, wings flapping]

Well, that's okay, Jess, because I'm here.

What I'm trying to say is...

Yeah, Reagan is going to New Orleans for work

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh. No. You think I...

♪ We're both hanging up now ♪

Just because, you know...

I haven't seen you in months. I need some Jess.

And, Jess, why are you inserting yourself into this?

- We're the owners. - Yeah!

[laughing]: It doesn't make

Ha, ha! I'm buying a home.

Yeah, just come over here! Great!

Which technically means "thrusting forward."

I was writing 2,000 pages a day by hand.

- We got this. - [chuckles]: All right.

- Damn it! - This is an alert?

I'm not a bank robber.

I'm not selling my house.

Thank you, Jess.

- Okay. - so we're doing the distance thing.

Okay, so, I couldn't check all the boxes,

I have feelings for Nick again, okay?

BOTH: We got this.