Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, sorry it's burst..

-Jiminy Christmas! -Now, can you get out please? 'Cause I want to go to bed.

~ We are family ~

No kidding, let's get out of here.

to see which one would land first. And, do you know, on the moon's surface, they land at exactly the same time!

-Are you out of your mind? -Simmer down.

-Huh? -Run for your lives!

Listen. I've got a strong feeling the Tudor look's going to comeback in while we're away.

There you go, Nicky Clarke - hottest you can get!

I'll tell you what's going on. I've just narrowly avoided a bumming from Grizzly Adams!

The thing is about owl beaks is they can restore man's fire, if you get my drift..

-The what? -The telephone.

They're called spawn, which then become tadpoles... dormant... hibernation...

-Mood for what? -Purdy little thing like you and a big old mountain man like me...

-Really? -You can't get it in shops. It's delivered by ninjas.

I'm building up quite a portfolio, I'll have you know.

-How about this? -Also good.

Hm.. okay.. Oh, three for two. Bargain!

Howard? Oh yes, I remember him. Paranoid. At odds with himself. He's gone now. Say hello to Parsley.

-What about you? Have you packed? -Yes I have! This is everything I need right here.

Great, give me that.

Me and Jack are just going to have a little bit of a wildness chat, check you in a bit.

It's the gueen and she's horny as hell! Run little Vincey, I'll save you!

Here's a poem for I'm the Moon. Neil Armstrong walking on my face.

Security to aisle seven, please.

What's going on?