Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I was happy then.
This one's gonna be a doozy to fix.
Oh, that is hardly nothing.
And then he'd be making fun of me.
You're not still afraid to look at half-naked babes in mail-order catalogs, are you?
Don't you see, Gus?
Hi, kitty.
Now, how to travel.
Police force, that is, huh?
Uh, spill a drink on him?
Put that back!
It all started when I got promoted to sergeant many years ago.
Your cock fights suck, you bastard.
Uh, fill a turkey baster with warm water, tinge with yellow food coloring, and squirt it at him?
Hey, nothing.
I'm telling you, you mess with the pass, you get screwed over.
Let's try it.
Don't you understand?
It's okay.
And we redo.
What the hell's the matter with you?
He'll also have a nose that you could cut cheese on.
That would be a bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad thing for Chris to do.
What the hell?