Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We finally got enough money to buy us an ox.
Definitely feels like they're wrapping it up.
a once‐great nation to ruin.
and the rest of you will be spared the lash.
CURATOR: The young lovers were wed for all the gods to see.
- Ow! - Why are you flaying yourself?
Friends, Romans, countrymen.
(sighs)
given to him by his father‐in‐law‐‐
has turned your son into a monster.
kill the emperor?
Ooh, maybe an historical allegory
Sir, I'm in love with your daughter.
Oh, thank you, Daddy.
Blip, blip, bla‐bla, blip, Blip, bla‐bla, blip.
When in Rome you do like the Romans do
torn asunder by the hunger for more.
Listen up, Rome‐wads.
A‐Aah!
CURATOR: Stealing the idea of his indentured friends,
Like, say, him slipping and falling back‐first
So Ionic.
Mr. Plow himself,
CURATOR: With that, the match was lit