Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, you know, your cuckoo clocks are off by about seven minutes in here.
I can fix anything with my magic saliva.
With this glue, I thee wed.
Look, there are letters running across my rear.
I don't understand.
Oh, please.
They're always like that.
Well, actually, no, this one's usually wrapped around my neck.
Wow, I am too.
I shall walk out this door, and you will no longer see, hear, or smell of me again.
I'd like to purchase some footpads, please.
No, don't feel sorry for me, because I feel sorry for you, because I've already forgotten your name.
Well, you're both fond of mob blouses and sensible heels.
Oh, yeah, I'm in love with you.
Yeah, no, just a sweet cha-cha-cha to break the ice.
Place where you live
Elf.
I'm a practicing surgeon.
Do you mean to tell me that you're not in love with me yet?
Well, goodbye.
Sure, I understand.
The odds must be due to change.
Come on.
Oh, what a perfect day.