Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well...
I've already lost Sue.
Yes, well, it's good you're out of bed.
That's a new one.
I hear those have been effective in many cases.
He likes the poem. He likes it not. He likes it. He likes it not.
I'm not.
Praise be. Let's get some food into you. Something that'll stick to your ribs.
Frail. Susceptible.
What?
Not a figment of my imagination?
I binged upon them late into the evening.
Or in your own room.
Yeah.
But then I married your father...
Let me grab it for you.
Who's here?
And nobody's as fun as you, Em.
and one thing led to another.
Night sweats.
Tea sounds nice.
This is all my fault.
{\an8}The Truth's superb surprise
Yeah.
Is it really you?
There's nothing more that any of us can do.