Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay. Let's do laundry.
Date night! Saturday night. Saturday night!
..."You'll Never Make it on Your Own."
What's going on?
And I'm thinking how inappropriate this is.
There weren't clothes in it!
Oh, God. Am I being a total laundry spaz?
- Does it still hurt? - Yeah.
You go on three auditions a month and you're an actor. Bob
Nuh uh Ya!
You look good.
What?
Listen, Mitzi, if you want it...
- For all we know, he's horribly - Hey, Joey!
I'm sorry. Maybe I wasn't being clear. This was our cart.
Joey, this is sick. It's disgusting. It's...
- They're close. - Close? Her tongue's in his ear.
- Sorry. - How are things going?
I know, but Angela's different.
Know what blows my mind?
Bob is great. He's smart, sophisticated, and he has a real job.
So, Rachel, what are you doing tonight?
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Do you want anything else?
What? It says I'm a sensitive, warm kind of guy.
- You've never met Bob, have you? - No, but
- Uh-uh. - Uh-huh.
- I'm fine, I'm fine. - All right.
It's great to meet a smart, funny guy who's emotionally older than 8.
Okay. You caught me. I'm a laundry virgin.
- What's that? - Uberweiss.
...not really true' is it?