Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thank you.
Whoa. Wait a minute. I resent that.
Frasier, are we going to Clear the air
I realize When i contemplate
For i, you see, it is i Who will be condemned
Will you marry me, Make me the happiest Man alive?
And stop looking At my rear end.
I need to know That it's over,
I know plenty of women That find you attractive.
So that's four, Right, sam?
Get out. Come on.
You're right.
Only this time, She issued an ultimatum.
How could i let him Do this to me?
Comments, Or suggestions.
I said, Thank god i'm home.
I'll call you later.
Not one Who plays with them.
Lots of Chinese people Walking around
Fish in the sea.
With a simple, "Thank you, conan."
My compadres, huh?
I'm tired of you Undermining My authority.
Because she's the Only woman
Dare to dream there, Wood man.
That i'm not A complete ass.