Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(whispering): It's men with other men.
Just click on "options."
And, uh,
Well, if you turn in your binder
Let me just get on the online
Sumbitch?
Eriksen residence, judy speaking.
No!
Because his real parents were eaten alive
Damn it, I'm looking!
You're not gonna tackle me again, are you?
(crying): Yes.
Click on the photo on your wall,
Woman: Hey, are you okay?
The expressway's for gloveless amateurs.
(both sigh)
"the road trip master."
I just wanted robin to remember her friends.
I don't have to wait for it anymore.
Is at that moment, I really thought I meant it.
(sighs) I guess that's fair.
I don't need to see my child used against me.
I am not having this argument again.
So you and I share no dna whatsoever.
At the 40-foot-tall butter churn in ronkonkoma!
But there's not, is there?
The top of the statue of liberty
Just click on 'options' Just. Click. On. OPTIONS!
To track down that locket in los angeles,
You're going 40 in a 65.
From a complete stranger on a train.
Gah, just try and stop me.
And caramel in these sumbitches.
Cousin mitch!
That's a relief.
Go for it.
That's funny.
Oh, my.
Did he put on the gloves? Mm-hmm.