Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

To be certain, man be lord of his house.
Hey!
Good lady, allow me to enter.
...or she be not tamed and it doesn't matter.
-Good morning. -Good morning.
And what a fortuitous gale it is that blows me here.
If thou needest proof of the taming of Kate...
Fill her up, lad. Clean the bugs out of her teeth.
Had the rats tails, though likely they be thrust between their legs...
Daughter?
Nor the piano tuner you claimeth to be.
...thy mildness praised. --myself am moved to...
Kate...
...not to bestow my youngest daughter...
-But it's Moonlighting. -Moonlighting?
...must I man the proper place of a man...
'Tis my will to marry you, my lady.
Fair Kate...
...before I have a husband for the elder.
-How are we married? -Are we married merrily?
How much money did I pay?
Wrong play.
-Goest thou to hell! -Sold!
Run, heathen, run, and know what awaits you should you stop it.
Yes, we did it. We did it.
...Kate began her shift from house afire to housewife.
...and the man, is the man, is the man.
You have but to ask, dear husband, and I'll do my best to please thee.
...to seek their fortunes farther than at home...
...by calling her out forthwith and showing us thy manly command.