Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hank, you get out of there.
Oh, crap. What happened to the door?
Marco!
I don't think this lab is zoned for a fireplace.
You have to be firm.
Pumpkin, why don't you see if, um...
you enjoy so well?
Will you try something else, please?
What's this one?
Is it OK if I cry?
But, Dad, Brock is... No fricking buts, mister! But, Dad, Brock is... No fricking buts, mister!
No, clearly the insidious cylinder beckoned to Mr. Samson.
Hank, what the hell are you doing sleeping on the floor?
And you have a Jolly Roger on your blouse...
This totally sucks.
Dean, I'm going to turn around now, and you'd better be on fire.
So, you have created an iron cylinder of unearthly delights.
Why don't you ask your dad?
He doesn't even know we're standing here.
Hank, stop!
I heard if you take a Q-tip and moisten it with warm water...
Oh, that's Brock.
It's powered by a forsaken child?
begins to cry his own name.
No, sir!
Dean! Wake up!
Hank!
Yes, a capital idea...
Greetings, Pumpkin.
Morning, Brock.
Oh, no, no. My wife left me for a young necromancer.
I think my dad used to make giant horseshoe crabs here or something.