Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Night. - Night.

- And one affair. - Thanks.

He even died first, just to beat me to the punch.

- This was really nice. - Yeah, it was.

- Jim, Old Boyfriend Jim? - He called me.

Any sporting... Sports bars - Mickey Mantle's.

The next night, I agreed to meet Jim and Miranda for drinks.

Later that week, Charlotte decided

You didn't hear us play.

I'd ask if you're having fun, but that seems inappropriate.

- I'm so embarrassed for you. - They're paying 300 bucks a pop.

Когда меня спрашивают Сколько мне лет

- Getting big and hard? - Is this dirty mad libs?

I'm not a madonna, and I'm not a whore.

- You don't even know him. - And she never will.

Yes, you there.

Wasn't our single status a neon sign that we couldn't get it right?

- Not getting involved. - I'm with her.

Jim hadn't gotten older or wiser.

- I'm sorry. - Let it go, no one gets hurt.

I'm far from being dead. I got us reservations at Samba next week.

Samantha learned she had a little Charlotte in her.

Let's see. I once met this fellow on the Hampton Jitney.

- And I could sit on my hair. - That's impressive.

Will gave her the cold shoulder... and his home number.

Would you like to join me at Samba on Friday night?

Here's a live one. Go, get him, tiger. Go.

Carrie wasn't sure that we would get along.

- He wrote his thesis on Lowell. - I didn't knowthat.

As if being dead-person adjacent isn't bad enough.

I lost track of you, but I always read your column.

I'm going to get him to notice me. I have to.