Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don’t know the man, but he sounds quite sketchy.
I can tell...
I got a vasectomy this morning.
It is fascinating.
Well, maybe we should double. I'm pretty gaga myself.
...I don't even need to use a clipper anymore.
The New Yorker has poetry.
Kevin's having his vasectomy reversed.
Pam?
Jerry, you really think Pam would want you to be the father of her children?
Come on.
I can't even speak in front of her.
She can bring home the bacon And fry it in the pan!
What do I to get you to stop pulling strings for Kramer?
He lost his balance and dropped it.
It's a real baffler, isn't it?
I don't know.
Your looks and my words will have built the perfect beast.
-You what? -I love her.
Now, the stock options for this year look quite--
All right, whatever.
Oh, David, you can go on and on about how you don't want any more kids...
Although, I might replace her tortoise clip...
Careful.
What was that?
...for my heart has also been captured by a breathless beauty...
A velvet scrunchie... Kramer
-Wait. That's you? -Yeah.
...she's Jerry's girlfriend.
That Pam. I am gaga over her.
...that there is but one woman meant for each of us.
Oh, are you all right?
That's okay. Kramer let me in.
Do I smell?
I believe that I am about to become the target of a systematic process of intimidation and manipulation, the likes of which you have never Seen
At Least He Paired Us Up Together, That's Good.
Right now?
What's with all these people having babies?
you gotta see the Springsteen!
Come on. You wanna have a baby.
Sorry.