Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I can't figure out.

The machine is hungry.

Even now I feel its evil grip pull me back in!

I am known to men as Dr. Orpheus.

We totally blew it.

He was an unwilling beholder to the impossible!

There are four puddings in the fridge.

It's not a lunch pail.

That's not your wife in some, like, magical animal form?

You have to stop sneakin' up on me.

Hank, stop acting up for company.

Communications major, minor in women's studies.

The seed of your loins is quite astute.

Now that your family is safe, let's send this machine back to hell.