Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ready or not, here I come.
There's a weeping Bean in there, and she don't look too damn happy.
Well, nice doin' business with you.
I'm sorry, but I'm pretty sure everybody likes their neck nuzzled.
-Sounds like you. -Her name is Bad Bean.
and you, my friend, could be his replacement.
Buh-bye.
-What? -Okay, bye.
[P.T.] Racist Antelope.
Hold it right there, pal.
Oh, no.
That was kind of my jam.
No matter what order you look at 'em.
You don't got to go home, but you can't stay here.
Who am I anymore?
of how much you fantasize about it…
Well, lucky you.
Sir, look at the sign.
Shut up. I'm counting over here.
We're going huntin', Odval.
Now, as I was saying, Guci is the evil twin,
More tea. Come on. I'm going back in.
[eerie music playing]
Happened of my evil twin, Guci.
Oh…
"Goodbye forever, Derek."
[eerie music playing]
Both of you.
I think you mean, "Checkmate," dumbass.
Quick, clean up the blood, wipe off the sword.
Are you growing out your horns? You look good.
Good try, Luci.
-God damn, Elfo! You tryin' to kill me? -Hmm.
Bad Bean…
My little girl's growing up.
Right in the heart.
-This is strong stuff. -[sniffs]
-[grunts] -[growls]
Hmm.
I can't believe I got murdered in my own dream.
"PS: Snarla says, 'Screw you,'
That moustache is better on your mother.
Loud chewing, walking behind slowpokes…
Damp towels, Bunty's radical blatherings.
I'm tired of this mirror. It irritates me.
I'll kill you.
[grunting]
-[indistinct chatter] -[Odval sighs]
Hello again, Tiabeanie.
-How much do we pay you? -You don't want to know.
My name is King Zøg.
And I went over the waterfall in a globe.
If you're really me, tell me something only I would know.
Yes, Elfo. I love and respect you.