Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thank you, Enablo.

Mom and her tacky thigh-high stiletto boots.

Behold the city of lights and taffy and budget massage parlors.

like love and friendship, and the desire to bathe.

She'll have to come to us for more.

[sighs] Okay, I'll try, but no guarantees.

So naturally, I'm way smarter.

Don't listen to her, Elfo.

'cause your hair looks like a haystack.

Hurry up, Bunty.

Mmm, damn it. I'm not so good at this. Let me think.

Just know, the whole time, I'm going to be watching you.

[clears throat]

Who am I talking to?

We're out of tea. I'll put a kettle on.

Look, I'm the one and only Bean.

Only that the answer might lie below the castle

[Freckles] I'll kill you, you rat bastard.

You know what, Bean, I'm sorry I insulted you

I lied. I lie all the time.

Someone always drags you back.

God, that feels good.

You fucking douchebag

Okay, aim for the seagull up there.

And it doesn't work, it just happens sometimes.

Look, I'm not immortal anymore.

Give me that tea.

Also, your hair's messed up. You slept on it funny.

[Zøg] Odval, why does everything I love run away?

but regular Bean is bad enough for me. Mmmkay?

[both grunting]