Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I cannot take this anymore.
The knack, see
I don't love you.
Well...
But I notice you're alone a lot.
I don't know. Maybe I'm just overreacting.
You like my new boots?
No offense.
Oh, no catch.
Yeah.
Hey. What's going on?
Trash, trash, trash
Burnished!
Look! We're alone right now!
Hey, baby. What say you grab Papa a root beer, huh?