Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I pick her.
It will be mine.
So, actually, we have a lot in common.
I'm Randy, coordinator of this tap-dance-a-palooza.
Ain't you heard of no Geneva convention?
She's a pig. I'm gonna tap-dance on her grave someday.
This time, you can describe their beautiful aroma to me.
Your relationship would be over faster than you could say...
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Ah, much better.
Here are the finalists for next week's championship!
Tonight is a dream come true...
Why?
I never knew I could hate this much.
At last, a chance to realize my brand-new dream of being the greatest tap dancer...
Everything but how they smell.
Such a smart one.
I'm crazy!
How do I put this delicately?
She's a monster.
But it's not them; It's me.