Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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