Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Lots of people would like to take over this castle.

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

I'm not. I'm you.

Love? But who loves Luci?

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

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

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

Welcome to Dreamland, baby.

No blood. Both ears.

The only libertarian blowhard in the freak show.

[all exclaiming]

The rest are out here.

I mean, who else has two bad influences?

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

Angry, too, I like it.

I think I know what that means.

[groans] Easy there, big fella.

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

Well, look in the mirror.

I'm in control now.

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

You know what--

My three sons of bitches.

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

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

The kind filled with gravel.

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

Wait. No, it's too risky.

We're well provisioned outlaws on the lam!

Dad, I need your help.