Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Methinks 'twas something familiar about that.
-'Tis the sun or no sleep for thee. -'Tis the moon and to bed I'm away.
Good morrow, Kate, for that is your name, I hear.
As man is now, and shall ever be, dominant over woman.
A little honeymoon music, Satchmo. One, two, three.
And thou art my goods, my chattel, my stuff...
-Mom, what are you doing? -You have homework to do.
Good morning, Lord Andrew George Evett
Oh, happy day.
Good tidings indeed.
But small matter how a home looketh...
One with much to teach.
...and so am come to see the world.
I was wrong.
Go soaketh your head. It swells beyond measure.
...then proof it shall be. Fetch me my wife.
...most of them would look better if be given fat lips.
I now pronounceth you man and wife.
...I do all the things for you a wife could want?
If I be furniture, then you'll always have a place to sit.
That she be talking of equality, of thy marriage being fifty-fifty.
...and if wealthily, then happily.
'Tis true, our courtship hath been a tad brief.
-Yea, sir? You do say you did say? -Yea, I say. But why do you bray?
How truly good it is to see thee, daughter.
...and by me.
...I'd be moved to slice them up.
For this is one thing you will never own.
Though I wish it were amongst my talents to play piano for you.
What causeth a man to be so late to his own wedding?
If I be waspish, best beware my sting.