Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're dumping me, aren't you?

I've read the report, and if you ask me, the little weasel did it.

You're married, and you didn't tell me.

Did she attempt any multi-syllable words or anything?

- But... - But it's hard right now.

This is a courtroom.

Wagner's Die Götterdämmerung.

- Harry! - Harry!

Craven, our close, personal relationship...

"To my friend Liz," or something like that. Thanks. Okay, bye.

Yeah, who is it?

- You know that feeling I told you about? - The gut one?

He is one of New York's newest judges...

- What what problem is? - I'll just stand guard outside your door.

It's that little lens out there. Optical illusion, that sort of thing. Anyway...

Hey, come on, big guy. Sticks and stones, remember?

And they called it the birth of the blues.

...an autographed picture for my niece. She thinks you're... I'm lying. It's for me.