Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[groans] Easy there, big fella.

No blood. Both ears.

My three sons of bitches.

Love? But who loves Luci?

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

Well, look in the mirror.

I think I know what that means.

Lots of people would like to take over this castle.

The only libertarian blowhard in the freak show.

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

Angry, too, I like it.

Wait. No, it's too risky.

You know what--

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

I'm not. I'm you.

We're well provisioned outlaws on the lam!

[all exclaiming]

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

Dad, I need your help.

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

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

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

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

I mean, who else has two bad influences?

Welcome to Dreamland, baby.

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

The kind filled with gravel.

I'm in control now.

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

The rest are out here.