Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

HARRY: The unexpected is always upon us.

- I'm sorry, I just... - We did.

You guys are too in love, he says. You laugh and shit.

It was seven months and two weeks ago.

(BAND MUSIC PLAYING)

Getting out of bed

If Kathryn's meant to be with women, so be it,

Then when I finally opened them,

You hear that song?

My mom gave it to me when I was a kid.

You've made it now

Oh, and did I mention? He's not married, either.

The movers told them to shut the hell up

Like... Like what?

How long have you guys been married?

Don't say anything.

Excuse me. Hey. Hello.

BRADLEY: Anyway, I mean, I could tell you one thing, they...

Don't talk to me about love, okay? My wife left me.

Yeah, that's not what I asked.

See my little jig there? Got my water bottle. What's wrong?

He'll love that.

I made love to her on a regular basis.

- That's actually nice. - HARRY: Bradley?

You deserve to be slapped. You're a cunt.

My heart goes out to you, sweetie. I think Kathryn is a selfish bitch.

Be our little girl.

And as soon as you've done that, have another one.

- We're mean and ill-tempered. - Really? Well, not around Bradley, I'm not.

for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health,

- What'd he say? - Here, here.

And you're in the foyer.

I mean, they're practicing three nights a week.

What did I tell you?

Mine are dead, and Oscar's only got the Bat.

You know that was a birthday present from Karen.

Where's Bradley?

- Bat? - My dad. His name's Bathold.

Well, that was then and this is now. I'm so sorry, Bradley,

You're disgusting. That's a disgusting habit.

Harry Stevenson.

For a means to the end?

- Hey, Romeo. You with us? - All right.

It's a wedding, not a funeral. What's the matter?

- Good morning, Professor. - Oscar.

And I didn't know that you already knew that terrible things were going to happen.

HARRY: No, it's just a letter.

What did you say? How did you get out of that one?

I don't think I can take any more bad news.

- Please make him breathe. - Come on, Bradley. He won't last.

And if you find some great place, I'll help them out.

He's not breathing. Somebody call 911!

(SOFT JAZZ PLAYING ON STEREO)

I've seen better cards, I'll say that.

I said I'd never seen a happier couple.

My eyes are hazel! I mean, Christ! You're an artist!

Wow. Goodbye, Bradley.

The defender should bite. Head for the end zone. Game over, okay?

Handsome boy, almost pretty. That the one?