After you've spoken, I'll ask you a question. Why are you repeating yourself? ...are you repeating yourself? ...you repeating yourself? ...repeating yourself? ...yourself? ...self?

Keep papers tight Or make a video just right Keep chips fresh Or hair from becoming a mess

I hold the liquid that quenches your thirst, But I can also be the one who throws the worst.

I am a curve that stands with pride A doorway shape that cannot hide I hold things up by bending right And make a plain path look more bright If you look up you may see me A graceful shape where strength should be

I have no mouth, yet I gather with friends. I hold your meals but have no appetite. I give you a place to rest your hands, And stand perfectly still while you pass the night. What am I?