Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What can I do you for?
Just get him the hell out of here.
You can't get medicine for a space alien.
This thing is wet!
Gus Borden is a man of his word.
Guts, it's the mothership!
Now, it's important to bathe him every four hours, being very careful with his special parts, which I have yet to determine exactly where they are.
We were just joking.
Right here on this card.
He's stinking up the place.
It is divine.
I just want to make absolutely sure that he gets a good home.
Come on, Spewy.
Oh no, it's the government.
And even though aliens don't officially exist, we have to check it out.
So, where's the apple of my thighs?
Still, you better stash Wretch Boy in the next room.
Damn!
And it tastes kind of garlicky, especially after about the fifth helping.
Grab a fork and pull up a chair.
You know what they say, tragedy plus time equals comedy.
Frizz!
Run like the wind, Spewy.
Well, yes, as a matter of fact, I do.
Whatever it is stinks so bad it makes my eyes water.