Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I don't need to know that. - Fair enough.

- Yeah? - Hey, you got something.

I'm gonna go home, run a bath, and either slit my wrists or drink a bottle of wine.

It's a lot of lifting. It's not my thing.

- What's going on? - Nothing. Just need to talk to you.

Oh, well, that's really great.

- Valentine's Day's not till tomorrow. - You're not excited?

I'm experimenting with some dishes.

What are you doing here?

I was beginning to view it as sort of a rabbit's foot, for good luck only, but...

Good point. That's something I was hoping to get more of: Tips.

- He doesn't hate you. - He turned down sex.

So I don't understand, you know...

- I had sex. - That bad?

...you know...? - Oh...

Not just like an after-your-bar-mitzvah man, but a "man" man.

So now he's in the hospital. He'll be there a while.

Hey. You can't beat yourself up over it.

You weren't the only virgin in the room.

- Cigarette? - I quit.

Asbestos and champagne.

Oliver's not stable. He's dangerous.

I love these. You know what they're called?

...what goes on right here.

- Love hurts. - Yeah, tell me about it.

- You ready to go? - Yeah. Since before we got here.

- So you guys did the deed again? - Technically, yes. But it wasn't pretty.

- I didn't. - Well...

What do you mean?

Memorial Day? Yes, a holiday. You know who invented Valentine's Day?

You remember the...

- Girl stuff. - Well...

Don't know if I'm the guy to talk to about romance.

...why not? - Because I feel guilty enough...

Pretty quickly, yes.

Sometimes you make it easy.

Wait, wait. Before you kick me out, can you please give me a second to explain?

- How about our anniversary? - Which we might not make it to.

...I'm pretty booked this weekend.

- How long will this continue? - You've ruined my favorite holiday.

...had sex. - Yeah.

I'm busy. Studying...

Don't you want to?

- You a cop? - No.

- I'm gonna go. - Me too.

I know what you're trying to do.

And how's she doing? You heard from her at all?

I'll be right back.