Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Are your shoes made of lead?
And I just hate the thought of leaving you, Empy...
Blah.
Ted.
...but so many of them are good things.
Except the flames of Lucifer keep singeing our back bumper...
...to have a drink with Barney before the rehearsal dinner.
- We're trying to do it someplace naughty. - Huh!
[BOTH GROANING]
Plus, his testicles were swinging like a broken yo-yo.
Okay.
...but I've never had the guts. And so here goes.
She's breathtaking.
- James. - Where's Tom?
[SIGHS]
- Ring bear. - Look into my eyes and say:
[POLKA MUSIC PLAYING]
Technology is their compression-sock-covered Achilles' heel.
Put it back on.