Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Cool. But can I say it was Michaela Strachan that I fancied?
- What? - Bludgeon my face in. Kill me.
Can I come in your house? You've been in my house.
Enough of this. Let us return to the matter of shamanic justice.
- I'll make you wear a dress. - Hmm?
- I gotta go actually, cos you're a freak. - No, no! I didn't always used to be a freak.
Argh!
Hey, you like this cape, don't you?
- No. - No?
Sounds good. What's it called?
They're real people, real friends. Don't toss me aside for a silver cape.
To the right. Now, come on, Tony. Get in step.
Yeah they're good ain't they?
All right. Keep your hair on. I'll do it.
- This is a Joan Jett jump suit. I can't help ya. - Ah...
- Why not? - It's not a designated refuse area.
- That is well rank. What's wrong with you? - It's my diet.
OK.
I can't get up these stairs. What is this bullshit? I asked for a ramp.
I mean it man That is a beautiful cake
Well, I'm powered up from juice of my own. The old electric soup.
His friends were Nicholas, the tennis rat,
He's on the shores of oblivion Kirk, if you can here us, simply nod.
A fox came in? What is this? Beatrix Potter?
Look, I couldn't do that. These are new boots, they cost a lot of money. I'll see you around.
As if they exist. They're the stuf of legends, like unicorns.
- Do you like my cape? It comes with the job. - Wow, it's brilliant.
Come of it. I can fit. That's just an excuse.