Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-I don't know what you're talking about... -Really, you smug bastard?
(shouting)
You know, how she's kind of like that shape and that smell...
Plonker
That thing makes men go crazy.
Most of them left after...
Chinga! (exhaling)
Nothing's changed since New York City.
Come into the sewer.
-Thank goodness. -Yep.
(shouting)
It's partially our fault.
bouncing off the cars like a bouncing idiot.
Do you hear this? There is a voice coming from the sewer.
-(computer chiming) -Oh, yeah.
You’re a slayer
You remember my crew, don't you?
Laszlo.
-It's a bad look for me. -Sorry, I-I'm hearing you whispering.
WOMAN: I was pregnant, and I was scared.
Slayer.
* Hotter than uranium *
No.
(shrieks)
and of course, Wesley Sykes.
And now it is to my great shame
Very cool.
No, it's not.
* We're feeling horny For love *
She's a superb lyricist.
What was that?
-Bat! -(bats squeaking)
-Hello. -Hey.
saying he wanted to kick my ass and gave me his address.
I said I'm sorry.
She startled me. (chuckles)