Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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