Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, you're not an elf.

No offense to our Italian friends there.

You manage to follow me everywhere.

My dear, sweet, lovable, sniffable bike.

First I get an incredibly gorgeous, genius girlfriend, and then I get to be an experimental guinea pig.

It's the wacko that's been following me every day and night and not letting me rest or sleep or follow you.

Gee, I have the worst luck.

Oh, yeah, right, honey, and I'm the Goodyear Blimp.

Wow, a doctor, huh?

Then I'll move over here.

Chris, uh... Chris something.

Can't a girl play hard to get?

Oh, well, don't worry.

Well, you got pictures of her plastered everywhere.

I think I know what you're trying to tell me, Gus.

It's time for me to take a deep breath and move on.

If someone would just tell us how that's done.

I must know your name.

Don't you see it's fate, then?