Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Woo!
Um... I forgot to ask your name.
For a second there, I thought I was going out of my liver snap mind.
One mind.
Write her endless, rambling, deranged letters in your own blood.
Geez, you're a doctor and you can fix bikes?
Go away, Chris!
Trisha.
Just a little touchy-feely, if you know what I mean.
Look at your legs.
Elf.
Man in chamber!
Thanks very much.
Her husband and two teenage sons beat the snot out of me and made me drink dog urine.
I gave up on that major babe, and look where it got me.
Good for you.
All right, fine.
What are you, some kind of evil superhero?
I'm not telling you to forget her.
All right, I see how it is, huh?
And one day, you will look under that dear, sweet rump of yours, and I just may not be there.
Trisha!
Amazing.
And I can't get her out of my head.
Right, Chris.