Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

How about mustard gas?
So what do you want us to do about it?
Think of all we meant to each other.
Did you take him hostage?
She looks a bit butch.
Me!
The building is surrounded.
Hey, I'm sorry I shot you so many times.
And now, the ultimate terror,
Hey, what's this?
Yeah, well, you're kind of gross.
Places, everyone.
Sorry, that's called hostage disorientation, I think.
Let's waltz our way out of this sewer of petty distrust and closed-mindedness.
This is Captain Bechtel of the Greenville Police Department.
Irma, oh Irma, you are my girlfriend.
Are you sure she's your type, dear?
As a matter of fact, now that you mention it, I have got a lot of loose ends to tie up before our June wedding.
Oh, I see you do.
Okay.