Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Father.
No.
You get bit a lot.
...but I didn't have any friends growing up.
But kids are like pancakes, the first one's always a throwaway.
...well, he also...
If it hadn't been for you, well, who knows what would have become of me, you know?
And you were sweet not to throw it too far so she didn't wear out her tiny legs.
- Nice. Heh. - Thanks.
I figured that out.
She could have been dead for all we knew. You should be ashamed of yourself.
Cinnamon's here for her sleepover party.
Nice to meet you, Professor Proton.
Okay. Good night.
Cinnamon, where are you, my little lamb chop?
Yes.
- Sorry, I just... - Sorry's not good enough.
The third floor landing. The poor old guy's been walking up the stairs for half an hour.
Well, I see.