Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm allowed to... Call myself that.
- Do you want to know what real torture is? - No, I'm good. Thanks.
Nah.
- ♪ And I love you ♪ - I know.
♪ And you can't catch your breath ♪
♪ Tell us what you see-e-e-e-e-e ♪
I see a door!
♪ Can't you see how freaking gorgeous we look? ♪
My own wife tries to trick me into killing my favorite chef
♪ It's embarrassingly gassy ♪
You... Don't hear it?
I mean, why would I give all this up
I know you, Galavant.
This is a... Kind of disgusting little workstation, isn't it?
♪ I want you, I need you ♪
The point is, Queen Madalena,
Why do I continually allow people to treat me this way?
He's a bit of a ponce, but I like him.
Wow.
Let me ask you this, then.
Galavant! Galavant!
My destiny lies beyond the castle walls, mother.
We were gonna live in a cottage by the sea.
Good luck... Dickie.