Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Men!
The firm covenant of marriage is permanent in this lifetime,
They were married in London after a whirlwind romance.
- What do you wanna know? - Where'd you meet her?
You're livin' in a fuckin' romance novel, Kat.
Go ahead. Turn the page.
I had to ask three times before I received a clean fork.
Gotcha! And I'm gonna squeeze you like a ball.
Yeah.
Only those few are visible from here. They're over 400 light years from Earth.
Tim's?
How would you find your way?
I'm gonna kill him! I'm so stupid!
OK, let's get some action goin', huh?
- Well, you look great. - Yeah, so do you.
Put a lid on it, Daisy.
Absolutely. When I retire.
The check? You're through?
I wanna talk to you. Let's just go outside.
Shut up.
- So? - I owe you an apology.
The great Daisy. Nobody's fool.
- What's up? - Nothing. Nothing much.
Miller Late. I take it back - the man's a god.
Holy shit!
Sure.
Yes.
Don't you get it, Jo? I'm telling you that I love you.
That's OK. I'm sorry, too.
Come on, let's eat.
It was wonderful.
It's time to turn the page, though.
- No, that's your department. - You're damn straight it is.
And once entered into, it may never be broken
But...
It took 15 craftsmen a year to build.
Hold still.
- No, l... - No, Vic and I talked about this.
Why does it hurt so much?
- You're disgusting. - OK.
- I'm so sorry. - It's all right, Teresa.
Think you can give us a lift?
- So to hell with both of you. - No. I don't think so.
If you can't train a golden boy like me,
What I'm looking for is someone to help me out.
A part-scholarship.
- Of course I'll talk to your decorator. - Do you want to read this with me?
Hi, Manny.
Are you out of your mind?
"- Do Me A Favour? - What's That?"
Soon I'll be at college.
No.
Which? Cheat or lie?
- I think it's called being in love. - Oh, no.
No, she wouldn't do that. I don't think she would do that.
But not to me.
New moon, dark skies...
OK. Now, why don't you take your books and your sandwich out on the porch?
Somebody ought to ram fried goat cheese up his ass.
Dais?
Mommy brushes my hair.
- Big deal. - He'll be back Sunday night.
- Oh, yeah? - Yes.
Daisy, Jojo... you.