Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Though I wish it were amongst my talents to play piano for you.
That she be talking of equality, of thy marriage being fifty-fifty.
If I be furniture, then you'll always have a place to sit.
And thou art my goods, my chattel, my stuff...
Oh, happy day.
Methinks 'twas something familiar about that.
A little honeymoon music, Satchmo. One, two, three.
...I do all the things for you a wife could want?
I was wrong.
How truly good it is to see thee, daughter.
...and by me.
...then proof it shall be. Fetch me my wife.
As man is now, and shall ever be, dominant over woman.
'Tis true, our courtship hath been a tad brief.
Go soaketh your head. It swells beyond measure.
-Yea, sir? You do say you did say? -Yea, I say. But why do you bray?
-Mom, what are you doing? -You have homework to do.
But small matter how a home looketh...
I now pronounceth you man and wife.
What causeth a man to be so late to his own wedding?
-'Tis the sun or no sleep for thee. -'Tis the moon and to bed I'm away.
Good tidings indeed.
One with much to teach.
...and if wealthily, then happily.
...I'd be moved to slice them up.
...and so am come to see the world.
Good morrow, Kate, for that is your name, I hear.
...most of them would look better if be given fat lips.
If I be waspish, best beware my sting.
For this is one thing you will never own.
Good morning, Lord Andrew George Evett