Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My only concern, and please don't take this the wrong way, because you know I do simply adore you, is that while I'm out, you'll sell Spewy to the government like a common two-bit weasel bastard.
Well, sorry, kid, but I had no choice.
All right, boys, no more games.
Come on, Spewy.
Oh, he's trying to make contact with me.
The kid's just gotten a little attached.
Go ahead and give him a kiss.
What?
Oh, this is it.
Would you like to go home?
He's a little under the weather.
You're an angel.
Bless you, Sharon.
See, I couldn't see letting perfectly good meat go to waste, what, with road kills down and all?
He must have regenerated from his own leftovers in an accelerated cloning process.
Oh, look how happy that made him, Gus.
Look, they've come back for us.
We're being chased by very, very, very bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad men that want to do very, very bad, bad, bad, bad things to us.
Oh.
I know that that could cause permanent damage.
Kid, I'm all for a suitable period of grieving, but enough is enough.
I guess they're more nuts than I thought.
Come on, Spewy.
Get away from that!
Are we pigs or what?
We don't want to offend him.
Gus, what are you doing up?
That's no ghost, it's the real thing.
Wait, let's make a pact not to finish him tonight, because he's going to make some mighty great sandwiches.
Come on up.
Now he melts in my mouth.