Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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