Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sign your freaking yearbook?
He saw us!
They don't.
He yells at me, and scares me, and locks me in the attic, and pours liquid on my head that stings, and frees me with a fire extinguisher, and a whole bunch of other stuff I can't remember, because he shot me in the head with a car battery.
Just go!
What, a pipe?
Really?
Get back into the main room.
Then when we have that going on, we'll crush them into bugs with our mighty replicant feet!
Move on the rings!
Obnaticus, we seek wisdom.
Well, he needs to gain their confidence, and then, um, he can get a job, and then he can start buying pesticides.
I'm still not done with the trim on that.
Test it, sir.
Oh, yeah.
Because I want to join the church up the street.
Don't listen to him, for he is a bitch!
Because my character will need to know that.
I'm a leaky, disgusting abomination.
That'll be the tagline.
One VHS copy of the movie.
I'm water skiing Saturday.