Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Please, Luci, do it for our love of Bean.

Dad, I need your help.

No blood. Both ears.

[all exclaiming]

Welcome to the first meeting of the Elf-Trøg Neighborhood Association.

Angry, too, I like it.

I'm in control now.

You know what--

Wait. No, it's too risky.

The kind filled with gravel.

Welcome to Dreamland, baby.

And, "Steal Grandma's gold tooth and drive Dad crazy!"

[groans] Easy there, big fella.

There's no need for shovin' or bein' a regal jerk fest.

-Don't do it, Bean. Dreams are tricky. -Shut up, Luci.

Love? But who loves Luci?

We're well provisioned outlaws on the lam!

we'll hang her with our own intestines, we will.

Lots of people would like to take over this castle.

-Excellent! -I'd like to have a heart attack.

Well, look in the mirror.

I'm not. I'm you.

The rest are out here.

-No, I'm Bean. -No, I'm Bean.

I think I know what that means.

The only libertarian blowhard in the freak show.

I mean, who else has two bad influences?

My three sons of bitches.

When I give you the signal, run at that mirror like an idiot, like me.

All right, tell me who you really are before I slam your nose off.