Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...two complete strangers gave out their unlisted phone numbers.

I Iove it! What else can you do?

I hate the country. I haven't Ieft Manhattan in 10 years.

We used to play these big games of color war. I was always a Red.

I had to find out what was wrong before I wasted the next six months.

Really. So is mine.

Two vodkas and a $12 pasta buys your admission to see...

Apparently Charlotte's week went a little better than mine.

I'm a Junior Mints kind of guy. This relationship is probably doomed.

-You and Mr. Pussy. -His name is Mitchell.

Okay, now I was afraid.

They say the third time's the charm.

Then you won't miss a fucking word, dick!

...The Man With No Soul.

If Mitch was a freak, Charlotte was ready to run away and join the circus.

Home of illicit photos, love letters, maybe an old marriage license.

I also happen to Iike the country. This does not make me a freak.

That night, I couldn't get Miranda's freaky comment out of my head.