Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...then tell him 'tis the sun.
Go and assure the bride's father that we will journey back happily.
...to he who bids the highest?
...as a well-placed smack upside the head.
This is getting interesting.
Kiss me, Petruchio.
Change? But didst thou not sayeth...
If I were to tell thee that there lives in Padua...
...I sayest we waste no time...
Greetings, Petruchio.
"What value be a woman with cellulite on her thighs?"
...taketh you this man...
Tallyho.
The task, alas, to find a mate to weather Kate's typhoon.
I come to wive it wealthily in Padua...
And thus it is the moon and 'tis the moon no matter what thee said.
...his Second Concerto backwards thou hearest the voice of Satan.
And failing that, always am I the man.
Husband, dost thy truly believe that a happy marriage...
Though at first warily and unfortunately quite sterilely.
But as a wild horse be broken through mix of love and persistence...
...in getting used to acting like husband and wife.
~The sun. ~The moon.
Get out now while you still have that which you hold dear.
...then to you, goodwife, it shall be so.
-You will not? -I will be king in my castle.
...50 a shrew be tamed.
I ask that you hold me in higher esteem.
As is mine and ready to play.
Sister, everyone knowest thou art jealous of me.
And being such, need only command that his needs be met.
I liketh a band that playeth the oldies.
It'll do in a pinch. Thou needest not be concerned...
I'm Lucentio, come hither for to see fair Padua...
Aye.
All, save respecting me.
What?
"Twas bargain'd twixt us that she still seem curst in company...
Such unusual fortune that we meet here and now...
...whatever he sayest be true above all else.
For perhaps the time has come for offence.
-Son! -Well, for the right price.
On Sunday next, Bianca, sister to Katherina...