Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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