Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

"To my friend Liz," or something like that. Thanks. Okay, bye.
Hey, come on, big guy. Sticks and stones, remember?
Wagner's Die Götterdämmerung.
I've read the report, and if you ask me, the little weasel did it.
- You know that feeling I told you about? - The gut one?
Did she attempt any multi-syllable words or anything?
Yeah, who is it?
And they called it the birth of the blues.
- Harry! - Harry!
You're dumping me, aren't you?
Jennifer.
...an autographed picture for my niece. She thinks you're... I'm lying. It's for me.
- But... - But it's hard right now.
Craven, our close, personal relationship...
He is one of New York's newest judges...
It's that little lens out there. Optical illusion, that sort of thing. Anyway...
You're married, and you didn't tell me.
Hey, man.
- What what problem is? - I'll just stand guard outside your door.
This is a courtroom.
Bye.