Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-I was 19. -I'm eight and I get it.
Stop this revelry!
You want to hold my gun?
"...up to myself." Hmm.
¶ ¶
Oh, you haven't heard the worst one.
No one must know.
Glad to have known you.
Wait, wait, wait!
(sighs)
Well, why didn't you just say that?
Oh, Lisa, honey, I'm worried you'll get too attached.
Ha-ha!
Oh, this place is so crowded.
Not just Christians but Hindus and Buddhists.
Well, why don't they make that a Google Doodle?
I'll just have faith in this town's open heart.
(overlapping chatter)
Oh, Hittites... worse than the Canaanites!
I didn't want to slap across the face.
peace and love.
¶ Maybe this time I'll pray ¶
We've mobbed for less, people.
we'll know you really love us.
I never got so much off my chest.
(quietly): Oh, no. No, Lisa, don't.