Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No!
It's a rosebush.
- You wanna shoot me, don't you? - You have no idea.
It's time to tease some pedophiles on the Internet.
I'm not. I'll commit to anything. I'm on a six-year cell phone plan.
Like when I saw Unbreakable and vowed to never tell anyone the big twist...
I guess they're not here.
I don't care how hot this is. I'm not waiting 10 minutes.
Love will rise again each morning like the sun.
I have a rowboat, so it's no big deal to dump stuff.
You're handing me the salt? I want it on my eggs.
- And that just pisses you off, doesn't it? - Yeah, it does.
Anywho, we're registered at Williams-Sonoma.
...or these pants will cut off my circulation and my legs will die.
Well, you know. You bought it for me.
It's gotta be pushing things. Like a watch.
Two. Mine was never on.
- You have my permission. - But not God's permission.
Hotter than three rats fornicating in a wool sock.