Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-What night? -Alan Zaveri, how do you know him?
the more space you take up.
-It wasn't that bad. -It was that bad.
But hey, I got a pretty necklace, right? So...
Um...
Oh, you have a job?
because I wanted them under my fucking bed?
I know. Me too.
And I have to relive the worst night of my life.
Nadia's mother was a brilliant woman,
Nadia, I'm sorry. We-- we need each other. I need you. You need me.
she had the licensing company.
-Your mom, she-- she sounds-- -[Nadia] Great.
Right, right. Uh... hypnosis.
[both moan]
Humanity... a little bit overrated, no?
One day, she shattered them.
How much is 150--
Nah, I'm just kidding. We actually pledged Alpha Delta in college.
The one she cheated on me with? The one who was at your party? The douchebag?
-Come on, role play. Don't pass out. -I'm Mike. Yeah, I'm Mike.
See, that's why therapists are important.
Proof of existence.
-[door opens] -[Alan] Oh.
-Sure. -[Nadia] Thank you. Tiny bladder.
Call me Beatrice.
-Hello. Uh, more drunk, please. -[woman] Here you go.
What happened, irritable bowels?
Well, that does not mean much given our present circumstances.
-[knock on door] -[water running] [knocking on door]
Well, if it's not that, then what else could it be?
[Nadia] Yeah. What are the odds, right?