Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It was always you and me...

...your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.

Pedlar's excrement!

And 'tis not hard, I think, for men as old as we to keep the peace.

...fresh female buds that make dark heaven light.

Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground!

On C-section day…. My wish for you

For my mind misgives some... consequence, yet hanging in the stars...

The boys! The boys!

O anything of nothing first create!

But if thou meanest not well, I do beseech thee...

Hear all, all see...

Younger than she are happy mothers made.

Go, girl. Seek happy nights to happy days.

...from ancient grudge break to new mutiny...

- Yes, sir, better! - You lie!

If love be rough with you, be rough with love.

Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.

So shall you share all that he doth possess...

Passion! Lover!

Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face;

Madam, your mother craves a word with you.

Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.

...too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.

I fear, too early.

You and me always

...shall bitterly begin his fearful date with this night's revels...

...whose misadventured piteous overthrows...

Give me my Longsword, ho!

Wherefore art thou Romeo?