Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Happy to help. Uh-huh.
- Second of all, give me your phone. - Why?
- Such an ugly crier. - He is the all-time worst crier.
- I'm gonna go get your sweater. - Thanks, sweetie.
Sex is a sprint, not a marathon.
You're leaving out a part of that.
I know that because you're still here.
You backslid all the way down the hill and back into the parking lot.
I feel the same way.
- I know that now. - Now that you slept with her?
Well, congratulations, you idiot.
When you called me, we'd gotten into this fight...
- Will you...? Will you marry him? - Yeah.
Genzlinger.
Like giant walking raisins. They're in a home...
But I know how you feel.
Jess, first of all, you're never gonna be old.
- Hey, Jess. - Hey.
Okay.
I can't move, my earring is stuck.
You are exactly what she needs.
If you still love me at all...
Take it easy, black George Michael. I have to do it. I have to tell her.
even when we know we're just making a mistake.
- Yo. What's up? - How'd the audition go?
Your life is too perfect to talk to anyone in Jess' condition.
- I'm not gonna do that. - You have "backslider" written all over.
- I need my phone. - No.
- I've got to go visit my dadi. - What?
Didn't realize I lived here too.
I'm gonna be a single old lady flashing people on the subway.
I don't know her name.
You saved them all. Think back, Nick, or whatever they call you in your time.
You know, for the first time in my life I feel like I want something that lasts.
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