Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, thank you, Daddy.
given to him by his father‐in‐law‐‐
(sighs)
kill the emperor?
Sir, I'm in love with your daughter.
Like, say, him slipping and falling back‐first
and the rest of you will be spared the lash.
Listen up, Rome‐wads.
Friends, Romans, countrymen.
Ooh, maybe an historical allegory
A‐Aah!
torn asunder by the hunger for more.
When in Rome you do like the Romans do
CURATOR: The young lovers were wed for all the gods to see.
Definitely feels like they're wrapping it up.
Blip, blip, bla‐bla, blip, Blip, bla‐bla, blip.
has turned your son into a monster.
- Ow! - Why are you flaying yourself?
So Ionic.
CURATOR: With that, the match was lit
Mr. Plow himself,
CURATOR: Stealing the idea of his indentured friends,
a once‐great nation to ruin.
We finally got enough money to buy us an ox.