Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

In the 1940s.
Are you ready for the ride of your life?
Don't give me your technical construction talk.
[chuckles] so, uh, are we good?
Just rich jerks with stupid cars.
And, uh, I really want us to be friends.
That's it. We're kindergarteners.
I don't get it.
Just needs a few tweaks.
I understand. Mm.
You know what? Forget it.
[gasps] another offer? Is it serious?
[muttering indistinctly]
We are, but my wife might take a little convincing.
[music stops]
I ain't afraid of you or your bodyguard.
How about a massage?
We're doing some minor touch-ups
Hey, now, would I give a loser
Well, I like you, homer. You live next door,
But now you have a daddy.
[man] look out below!
Ha-cha!
We have an answer.
Ew. If I ever kiss my husband, shoot me.