Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay, my underpants is a bad example, but somebody's underpants.

and I've come back to your era using a special time drink that I call Time Juice.

Stand in the place where you were, now face north.

Does it have something to do with flossing?

A cover of Time magazine.

I mean, all the parts in working order?

Well, everything will be okay as long as I don't put the idea of whizzing on the captain in your head.

Geez, how the hell do I know?

Don't you know the world's full of two-headed walking dead zombies who all look like Sharon?

Suddenly I became privy to more grafts than ever.

That's a very good joke, because water is another word for urine.

Gus, I have to go away on a little business trip.

Oh, Gus, I'm home.

I get to release all this bitterness inside me, and it's not like the captain would kick me off the force for such a minor infraction.

So hopefully you'll be sorry.

You're ugly and you're doughy and you're bursting with love like some kind of rancid wedding cake that was left out in a terrible rainstorm by a drifter who's smelling named Hank who lives in a storm drain and he wears five pairs of pants even though it's summertime and he'd be much more comfortable wearing five pairs of shorts.

I'll make a time travel drink.

Oh, hey, I could use this nifty time machine.

No need to thank me.