Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah!
And we got you an opening-night present.
Love wounds, love mars...
Aw, forget it. I'm going home!
Well, can't you be both?
( Groans ) Do we really have to go see that foreign boy sing?
It's the muscle you breathe with.
Some call me the gangster of love
Love is like a cloud...
Okay, my friends. Invitations to see Fez in tonight's Spring Sing...
The only one for me is you, and you for me
Cause I'm a picker, I'm a grinner, I'm a lover and I'm a sinner
Some people call me Maurice
( Scoffs ) Like I care. I wish he were dead.
Hi, Fez!
Some people call me the space cowboy, yeah