Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

One question: How can you be sure it won't blow up?
Your surprise confuses me
...who has been scientifically chosen to be your perfect mate?
That's the answer we gave to the question.
Yeah, 18 months.
Good God, what have we done?
Like when Frankenstein's monster was lonely and he found a wife.
It's a surprise party, doesn't matter when we get there.
Preparing to fire laser at the moon.
...simply by referring to oneself as "one."
That's your big experiment? All that for a line on the screen?
Okay, yeah, he's stupid. Heh, heh.
Let me think about it.
Anyway, apparently, it's okay to go back to people you're no longer seeing...
...in months with an R in them.
I share your aversion to soiled hosiery.
Morning, Mrs. Gunderson.