Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

From now on, we is blood enemies to the death.

Tell me, Granny, how long since you smoked a crawdad?

It's just, for my folks, you're a little too far out.

Cupid, you know, that little cat that flies around making people fall in love.

And then one day he was shooting at some food, and up to the ground come a bubbling crude.

The $10 million is a tax which you'll have to pay if you stay here.

Look at that darn fool riding around in his nightclothes.

I mean, like, it wasn't Sherwood Forest.

They would like to thank you folks for kindly dropping in.

How's that look, Mr. Drydale?

I lay all the blame on you, kid.

Well, your mother, I wouldn't like it either.

I see Miss Jane's a-coming.

Jumped any dragons, boy?

I'll be right with you.

You're oppressing me.

Oh, thank you very much indeed, sir.

If you want a fella, join me in the forest.

Take Mr. Dryadale out to the kitchen and fix him a cup of coffee.

Watch out, tyrant.

He wanted to stay and fight, but you snatched him from the castle and drove him out into the woods in shame.

But I ain't got me no knife yet, pal.