Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, because ears don't squirt juice every time I get excited.
Apart from the old rash on the tackle, but what can you do?
I… I thought you people were supposed to be nice!
[window creaking]
It is so good to see you again, buddy. [chuckles]
[Luther] Huh.
[Alphonso snarls]
Well, because I was on the ass end of a two-week bender,
[soft gasp]
Do you happen to know where I might find her?
-Hey, uh, Klaus? -[Klaus] Yeah?
Oh!
Like what?
[Amish yelling and clamoring]
[whimsical string music swells]
Hello there, stranger.
[hissing]
I won't.
-Where's Luther? -Who cares? Probably out for… a run.
All right, good luck.
Brought you some breakfast.
Why didn't you tell me sooner?
-You're trying to honey trap me. -No, no, no.
Something is wrong.
Ow! Jesus Christ! What's the matter with you?
Yeah, thanks. [chuckles]
-What's the matter? -No, it's just that that's my…
Alleged spawn.
-[scoffs] -What? What do you--
This house, it's all I've ever known my entire life.
G G
-It's nice to just breathe. -Good for you, man.
Something must be wrong.
And I know there are better places out there in the world,
Mother! Cunt! Bitch!
[Allison] Hey!
when we were kids.
[snoring softly]
Come to think of it, my whole life I've been under the gun.
Thanks.
Berlin, here we come.
♪ Until then, I'll sing my song… ♪
I know. You'd think so, Ben.
[entrance bell chimes]
until someone comes along and lets you out.
[groans]
[briefcase whirs, sputters]
[raven squawking]
-[Stan] Let me go! Get your hands off me! -I saw what you did!
Yeah, stop. I'm gonna cry.
Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry!
-My God. No one ever thinks that's cool. -Yes!
That's dumb. If we weren't born, how can we exist?