Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All right, I gotta go, Naboo, yeah?
and Dante, the racist badger.
Yeah, I'm sorry, Howard. You know what I'm like with clothes.
- Do you like spaghetti hoops? - Yeah.
- Hey! Could you spare some change, love? - Sorry, mate. I haven't got any.
He read it over and over
Right. Could you get out of here? Cos I've got to clear all this rubbish away.
- A poofter. - You can't speak like that.
Come on. You must have some loose change somewhere.
They didn't have Mandrill Wives.
- That's quite a specific amount. - Well, I have specific needs.
Don't worry about that. Do you fancy coming to see me DJ on Friday?
- Where can he be? - Why don't we ask the Plan Pony?
Donni!
Vince, you don't understand. This is serious.
There would be vermin running riot, urban foxes terrorising the neighbourhood.
I'm a full moon, yeah, making all the juice activated.
Do you have some medicine for me? Maybe something from the cupboard over there?
Hit it now.
You have been accused of losing a pint of shaman juice,
Vince, of you go!
First I've heard about it.
- I'm going now. Bye. - Oh, OK.
Next thing I knew I was tonguing Nutkins. Ugh!
and he set off to the town.
Naboo sacked me. He turned his back on me. You betrayed me for a cape.
And up, down... Feel it burn. Feel that bebop burn.
Come with us now on a journey through time and space.
Fucking idiot.
and sit under Mr. Willow, the tree.