Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I've read the report, and if you ask me, the little weasel did it.
...an autographed picture for my niece. She thinks you're... I'm lying. It's for me.
- You know that feeling I told you about? - The gut one?
You're dumping me, aren't you?
Hey, come on, big guy. Sticks and stones, remember?
- What what problem is? - I'll just stand guard outside your door.
Bye.
And they called it the birth of the blues.
You're married, and you didn't tell me.
It's that little lens out there. Optical illusion, that sort of thing. Anyway...
He is one of New York's newest judges...
Wagner's Die Götterdämmerung.
Jennifer.
Hey, man.
- But... - But it's hard right now.
Did she attempt any multi-syllable words or anything?
Yeah, who is it?
Craven, our close, personal relationship...
This is a courtroom.
- Harry! - Harry!
"To my friend Liz," or something like that. Thanks. Okay, bye.