Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

ELDER 3: The variance is granted. Touch the horn and go.
Your mother just hasn't come to terms with the fact
"Honey, he's such a sweet thing," you said.
Well, he did eat a lot of sugar this morning.
What?
EARL: Make way! Coming through! Father of the king coming through!
-Like 'em. -You do?
He is king now, he must join us in the Cave of Destiny,
Yeah, I guess I am.
and as a tyrannosaurus, I use my massive jaws
ELDER 1: Four thousand seventy-nine.
We planned for them,
even though all these guys think you're king 'cause you got that horn,
A long, gold bony thing with a point.
ELDER 3: Your time is up.
But I'm getting teased at work.
-Yay! Ha! -Finished your cereal?
-Yeah, yeah, yeah. -Yeah.
-(FRIDGE CREATURES YELLING) -Juice!
We're gonna need another Timmy.
-Uh, got to go. -No! No!
I'm the daddy. Got to go to work. How about a kiss?
-and hoses that squirt. -Gimme!
(SIGHS)
-Glad it didn't happen to me. -Touchy, touchy.
We are not sawing off a piece of our child's head.
We're gonna need another Timmy... ...I mean Kevin
But I could chew off my foot if you want.
(VOODOO CHANTING)
ELDER 3: Behold the king of the dinosaurs!