Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I was still wide-awake at 2:30.
I'm running around town in a beret, buying your greasy food...
I understand.
Tied myself to a man who was terrified of being tied down.
...in his bedroom that night.
...I have a job here too, you know.
Stephen Ambrose. Great writer.
...to grab that elusive and somewhat jaded Manhattan palate.
I have le Big Mac, and Ie Filet de Fish.
I'm gonna show you his Iittle house.
My name is Rick9PIus.
The second she said it out loud, she knew what she had to do.
Never seen that kind before.
I have cybersex on the Internet.
I completely Iost my shit to Big on the phone.
Big arrived on the 9 :00 p.m. flight.
Right there, number 27.
Come on.
Meanwhile, at a fetish across town, Stanford Blanche had a secret sex life.
When it comes to relationships...
I haven't had good sex since before Cats was on Broadway.
What if being with just me isn't enough?
I think it shows a great deal of restraint. You could have been "Rick11."
I know where I'm taking Mother for dinner the next time she's in town.
No, thank you!
...another terrified man was preparing to face his fears.
What's he doing? What's he thinking? But you, no.
Come to bed.
It's about the fact that I wasn't even a factor in his decision-making process.
I'm just trying them on.
Frustrated
I went to bed at 1:00.
I guess old habits die hard.
It would have been rude to stand up Bigtool4U.
Charlotte looked down at the exquisite shoes.
Thank you.
They're just having fun with fetishes.
What is all this?
Look, I have to be in a relationship...
Go get him, girl.
Laugh, it's a joke.
Fine, go to Paris. Then what happens to us next year...
I don't care.
On Tuesday night, Miranda and Jack had dinner.
In the biography of her life...