Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's a relief.
The expressway's for gloveless amateurs.
Damn it, I'm looking!
And caramel in these sumbitches.
To track down that locket in los angeles,
Just click on 'options' Just. Click. On. OPTIONS!
Woman: Hey, are you okay?
(crying): Yes.
Just click on "options."
Oh, my.
I am not having this argument again.
That's funny.
I don't need to see my child used against me.
From a complete stranger on a train.
Cousin mitch!
The top of the statue of liberty
(both sigh)
Did he put on the gloves? Mm-hmm.
(sighs) I guess that's fair.
Click on the photo on your wall,
At the 40-foot-tall butter churn in ronkonkoma!
And, uh,
No!
Gah, just try and stop me.
Go for it.
I don't have to wait for it anymore.
Let me just get on the online
So you and I share no dna whatsoever.
Well, if you turn in your binder
"the road trip master."
Eriksen residence, judy speaking.
I just wanted robin to remember her friends.
You're not gonna tackle me again, are you?
Sumbitch?
But there's not, is there?
(whispering): It's men with other men.
You're going 40 in a 65.
Because his real parents were eaten alive
Is at that moment, I really thought I meant it.