Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

Wagner's Die Götterdämmerung.

Yeah, who is it?

This is a courtroom.

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

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.

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

And they called it the birth of the blues.

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

Craven, our close, personal relationship...

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

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

- Harry! - Harry!

You're dumping me, aren't you?

Did she attempt any multi-syllable words or anything?

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

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