Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's a rosebush.
Anywho, we're registered at Williams-Sonoma.
- You have my permission. - But not God's permission.
I'm not. I'll commit to anything. I'm on a six-year cell phone plan.
...or these pants will cut off my circulation and my legs will die.
Well, you know. You bought it for me.
It's gotta be pushing things. Like a watch.
I guess they're not here.
I don't care how hot this is. I'm not waiting 10 minutes.
Two. Mine was never on.
No!
I have a rowboat, so it's no big deal to dump stuff.
You're handing me the salt? I want it on my eggs.
Like when I saw Unbreakable and vowed to never tell anyone the big twist...
Love will rise again each morning like the sun.
- You wanna shoot me, don't you? - You have no idea.
- And that just pisses you off, doesn't it? - Yeah, it does.
It's time to tease some pedophiles on the Internet.
Hotter than three rats fornicating in a wool sock.