Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We had an hombre-to-hombre talk.
You fence, huh? Tool.
I don't care, I don't take it in the back.
Couple thousand maybe, if that.
Have fun, d'Artagnan.
...and damn if that little bitch didn't land on her feet every time.
I'm only behind him, like, 600,000 points, give or take.
-Did you just ask me to live with you? -There's plenty of room. Even for him.
Repeat after me.
-Whatever she wants. -I know I'm pregnant and hormonal...
I ask that you give yourself to me...
Shit. God. Damn it.
What the hell are you doing?
I've decided that we will get married.
See you.
...but you're probably really busy.
Estupidez, but es on the quiz.
No more Nancy Botwin. Mrs. Esteban Reyes.
Don't worry about me, worry about you.
This is fun.
Where was that?
...and enabled us to reach this season."
I do the same thing at Pretzel Time.