Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm dead. I'm a dead man. That's it, I'm dead. I'm a dead man.
So what if I said that?
It might take her till 8: 15.
Elaine's thing?
Okay.
I don't like coffee. I don't have to come up!
After I talked to you, my neighbour called, played my messages to me.
I call again Monday.
I know guys like that. To me, the dialogue rings true.
Tippy-toe! Tippy-toe! Lemon tree!
Coffee's not coffee! Coffee is sex!
To hell with this! I'm scared. Walk away. Cancel everything.
She wants you to like her.
She gives me an enthusiastic Hi!
- Oh, boy. - I said I couldn't believe you liked...
...even if somehow, somewhere men actually talk like that...
No. What for? I'll just give my bag to the doorman.
...I think I brought it up because I like that commercial. No.
Hey, what are you doing here?
Because whenever you think about this person...
I just love jokes like that.
Don't you want to go upstairs first?
She did.
- You said that? - I lost it.
i like chicken tenders.
Right.
No, thanks. I can't drink coffee late at night. It keeps me up.
What if she sees me?