Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Greetings, gentlemen.
Husband, I believest thou art mistaken.
...amongst these mates? A trinket to be auctioned off...
Crowns in my purse I have, goods at home...
Take no prisoners.
Aye, 'tis said across the land by men worldly wise:
For thy husband is thy lord.
...thou win thy money...
Well, then spit it out post-haste. I'm about to make news here.
...I say 'tis the moon that shines so bright.
Who are you? Certainly not a singer.
...before the whole town dispatch by himself:
...where small experience grows.
And truth be known, she couldn't be blamed.
Petruchio of Verona, taketh you this woman, Katherina...
The sun, you say?
One more time!
...though Bianca be the cherished, 'tis Katherina must marry first.
Good husband, needst thou even ask that question?
For thy manly instincts shall kick in when need doth arise.
Yes, well, though the change in Kate looks to be a miracle...
Is it your will, sir, to make a stale of me...
...'tis a pleasure to be welcomed unto such a family with open arms...
...thou art quite a remarkable woman.
...when allowed to be given freely.
...for love does of a sudden take such hold.
-...woo thee for my wife. -Your wife?
Truth be told, most are aware...
'Tis the sun and not the moon at all.
Unless, of course, thou can compound interest annually at eight percent.
Nothing like a night at home rhyming with the old ball and chain.
-Calleth, husband? -Aye, and with a purpose.
...hath soft and tender hearts as well.
This be the cleaning woman's century off.
...far be it from me to rush you...