Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Maybe Miranda was right.
Pick them up a Iittle. In 10 years, tummy tuck.
He makes me happy.
...Charlotte tried to make a relationship happen.
To Samantha, Charlotte had committed the ultimate sin.
Here....
She was Bogarting Mr. Pussy.
-I don't. It would be a non-date. -A non-date.
Culture, food, the Park, cabs at 3:00 a.m. Why Ieave?
We can always Iift a Iittle here. Take care of these Iines.
You know what the worst part of the date was?
Unfortunately, I wasn't ready to accept defeat.
Today, that hope is still alive. It's called The First Date.
Hordes of single women crowded into a hot, cramped space...
Cat people are freaks.
...and an appointment with the most expensive plastic surgeon on Upper Fifth.
I can't believe it.
-I'm sorry? -No offense, but what are you: 40, 41?
You're awfully quiet tonight. What are you thinking about?
Normally I'd try to get upstairs, but since this is a non-date....
You know what? You've fallen into the sex haze.
Unlike Miranda, I wasn't ready to accept that all single men were freaks.
Perhaps to experience a world outside Manhattan.
Three stitches.
Knee Iift.
Most sexual harassment cases are brought by older women.
On Monday night, she was finally ready to let Mitch under her sheets...
UItimately, I want to parlay into the action-movie arena to make money.