Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Forget? You want me to forget? This mind does not forget.
No, I didn't mean to go into your apartment to go fast.
There doesn't have to be a reason.
I'm not there, because I'm taking things slow.
That woman across the hall is into me.
- This is a very old building. - Sixty years. Used to be a watch factory.
Oh, hey, Leonard.
- Well, that's very interesting. - It's also not pink and has no berries.
Interesting. Her jaws are clenched. No tongue access.
And then rate of speed equals distance over time.
...he did go out with a woman who had a Ph.D. in French literature.
Okay, here's my question:
Where could I have gone wrong?
Right. Okay, look, this is between you and me.
For God's sake, Ma, I'm 27 years old.
Which, by the way, compared to you guys, approaches warp speed.
Like, "Hey, the waitress is hot. I bet we could get her to come home with us."
...then Storm, Angel, the Bea-- No, wait, Nightcrawler.
I'm coming.
Like a Renaissance triptych.