Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

dated back ten years, and they are all billed to--

Look, I appreciate your concern and your delicate bedside manner, but...

You want to join the Ice Bucket Challenge? Throw me a fund-raiser?

[somber music playing]

You must be one of the ones he saved.

You want to know what he did?

Don't you know who this is?

you've got serious bedhead going on, and you're covered in paint.

[indistinct chatter]

-I'm not one of your clients. -You're right.

She sounds nuts.

-Hey. -[typing]

[Jessica] So...

I'm still kicking myself for screwing it up, but...

[music playing in distance]

I've watched it over and over, but I couldn't do anything about it.

It's got nothing to do with the kind of father I am today.

I didn't realize how late it was.

In your fancy-schmancy apartment?

But you're not, are you? A citizen?

Oh! Shit... Sorry.

[wind chimes tinkling]

and running up my credit card bill.

So how many Dr. Karls, specializing in genetics,

-Where's the romance? -A man that would do this to a woman?

Glad to see you're enjoying my gold-leaf truffles from Switzerland.

A wedding ring?

All they did was create that monster.

[cell phone buzzes]

Why you're asking me all those questions about IGH?