Gorgeous people on their exercise bikes in spacious, minimalist living rooms with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking wooded ravines.
Even gorgeous people keep their exercise bikes in the basement near the washer and dryer.
People who are aware that certain fungal infections are common in the place to which they’re traveling.
Well, there is an extended cut version.
Every single fast food restaurant is remarkably clean with bright white tile and fresh paint on the walls.
Car dealerships are buzzing with many people anxiously looking at cars and then vigorously shaking the smiling salesman’s hand out in the lot, presuming they got a great deal.
Meh - I suppose in the first flushes of a relationship such culinary symbiosis can come to fruition (heh), but really, who are we kidding - not just from personal experience, but also from witnessing, over the decades, countless couples at each throats over the too-many-chefs-in-the-kitchen antagonisms. Quite often, when preparing a meal, we’re hungry. And, being hungry, we can sometimes get, oh, just a little irritable, p-haps.
“No - DON’T! Leave that alone! Just…just…just go away, will you!?”
Oh but I keep my peleton in the massage room overlooking the infinity pool.
Got it covered.
Dancing bears singing about toilet paper. Only happened once in my life
My coworker was making fun of this trope as we were carpooling. Then we realized in the car, there’s one Asian woman, one black guy, one Indian guy and one white guy, all in their thirties. None of us are good looking though.
Naked bears but apparently the littlest bear wears underwear.
And smiling customers.
Also, the fryer claxon that you can hear in any corner of the lobby.
That sounds like a project group I was part of in college. We had two white guys, a black guy, an Indian guy, a Middle Eastern guy, and a Chinese guy. Sometimes after we were done with our work for the night we all walked into a bar.
And a perfect husband who never says a word, great friends, no work.
And Mothers spending all day long playing with their only daughters. No other kids, no work for the Mom. Sure my dad and I tossed the ball around a bit, we’d all play a family game once in a while, but I dont know anyone who does this. I mean, doesnt that little girl have school or friends, doesnt that woman have a job or housework or friends?
I’ve never seen a professional driver on a closed course. Which, by the way, looks remarkably like an ordinary road.
I rather liked this parody featured in the Super Bowl a few years ago.
People talking enthusiastically about a product they love to a friend while holding up the box at shoulder height with the label pointed not at their friend but rather in some random direction.
Which it is. The road is closed to traffic for filming. No idea of the logistics of doing so.
And the bartender said, “What is this, some kind of a joke?”
People who dance around singing and grinning while they arrange furniture that was just delivered (Wayfair). I hate Wayfair. For that commercial, and the one with the overblown, histrionic singing (it’s just bathroom furniture) I will never buy from them. I mean it.
A firm foundation for a sitcom! 
We were just lucky the Indian guy wasn’t a strict Hindu, or ordering pizza would have been difficult. The Middle Eastern guy (Jordanian, to be specific), being Muslim, always insisted on ordering from a halal place that used beef pepperoni, which none of us had a problem with. If the Indian guy had been a practicing Hindu I guess we would have been stuck with chicken or vegetarian pizza.
ETA: When we walked into that bar we were actually going there for wings, not drinks. Obviously the Muslim guy didn’t drink.
Clearly they all wear their underwear under their fur. As near as I can figure there’s some sort of sado-masochistic self-flaying going on.
It’s really strong stuff for prime time, when you come to think about it.