Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Get lost, you psycho, before I beat you to a bloody pulp while my partner here films it.
All's well, then.
And now you have no one to beat up, except young Master Chris.
Will you tell me one more time?
Listen, I saw this Twilight Zone once.
It's water under the bridge, so to speak.
You've got a big, strong, full bladder in there.
Bam.
Who the hell are you?
God bless.
Bastard, he drinks my liquor, he bets on my cocks, he gets off on my weekly strip shows, but when promotion time comes around, he passes over me just like that Jewish holiday where they have to eat crackers for a week.
We'll swallow this.
No, I understand, Gus.
Um, I'm a superior god-like creature from the future.
That's why I brought along this.
What are you saying?
Well, I still have quite a beard problem, but nobody's perfect.
No!
Damn, I hate the 70s.
Ah, perfect.
That's me from the future.
No?