Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[scoffs]
Also, your hair's messed up. You slept on it funny.
Look, I'm the one and only Bean.
Only that the answer might lie below the castle
like love and friendship, and the desire to bathe.
So naturally, I'm way smarter.
Thank you, Enablo.
'cause your hair looks like a haystack.
[all gasping]
Shush.
You know what, Bean, I'm sorry I insulted you
Behold the city of lights and taffy and budget massage parlors.
I mean Dagmar.
Why not?
And it doesn't work, it just happens sometimes.
You fucking douchebag
and un-loved.
Hurry up, Bunty.
My appendage.
Or do I?
We're out of tea. I'll put a kettle on.
She'll have to come to us for more.
Bad Bean.
Give me that tea.
[screaming]
Mom and her tacky thigh-high stiletto boots.
[clears throat]
Just know, the whole time, I'm going to be watching you.
[grunts]
Okay, aim for the seagull up there.
[gasps]
[bell tolling]
[Zøg] Odval, why does everything I love run away?
Mmm, damn it. I'm not so good at this. Let me think.
[Freckles] I'll kill you, you rat bastard.
And…
[sighs] Okay, I'll try, but no guarantees.
God, that feels good.
Don't listen to her, Elfo.
Who am I talking to?
Someone always drags you back.
[both grunting]
Look, I'm not immortal anymore.
I lied. I lie all the time.
Thank you.
but regular Bean is bad enough for me. Mmmkay?