Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Look at your legs.
All right, I see how it is, huh?
Go away, Chris!
Good for you.
One mind.
All right, fine.
Her husband and two teenage sons beat the snot out of me and made me drink dog urine.
Um... I forgot to ask your name.
For a second there, I thought I was going out of my liver snap mind.
Elf.
Trisha!
Amazing.
What are you, some kind of evil superhero?
Thanks very much.
Trisha.
Geez, you're a doctor and you can fix bikes?
And I can't get her out of my head.
Woo!
I gave up on that major babe, and look where it got me.
Write her endless, rambling, deranged letters in your own blood.
And one day, you will look under that dear, sweet rump of yours, and I just may not be there.
Man in chamber!
Just a little touchy-feely, if you know what I mean.
Right, Chris.
I'm not telling you to forget her.