Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's your big experiment? All that for a line on the screen?
Let me think about it.
I share your aversion to soiled hosiery.
Preparing to fire laser at the moon.
It's a surprise party, doesn't matter when we get there.
Like when Frankenstein's monster was lonely and he found a wife.
One question: How can you be sure it won't blow up?
That's the answer we gave to the question.
...who has been scientifically chosen to be your perfect mate?
...in months with an R in them.
Okay, yeah, he's stupid. Heh, heh.
Your surprise confuses me
Anyway, apparently, it's okay to go back to people you're no longer seeing...
Yeah, 18 months.
Morning, Mrs. Gunderson.
Good God, what have we done?
...simply by referring to oneself as "one."