Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Stella, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told them.

I couldn't enjoy it because of my own unrealistic expectations.

I don't know, Lily, after five years, her expectations have gotta be pretty high.

But I'm not going to do that with you.

Pus everywhere.

It happens. I knew a guy in med school...

Yeah, we heard.

So, uh, I was thinking,

this isn't working out.

Ted, are you crying?

So her sister's driving up to baby-sit Lucy,

Let's have sex. Right now. I'll lock the door.

I'll tell you why he's not mad.

The last time Stella had sex,

Nothing. Let's do this.

You're trying to lower my expectations for tonight.

Wait, did I give you a reason, or were you looking for one?

Good night, Ted.

Exactly, and I don't want to mess it up.

Old injury. The bullet's still lodged in his sinus.

No. That's crazy.

I think she wants to make sure we're serious first.

Right, which is why you came all the way from Brooklyn at midnight.

I know, I was in the top bunk.

- And not in the foot. - Actually...