Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know what this means. Mecha-shiva.
And raisins are nature's candy!
Oh, they have no idea what they're in for.
Who do you think supplied the department with new cruisers last year?
Mr. Monarch hasn't been charged with having a book written about him.
I hope they find me a girl villain.
I think they taste too much like soap.
without any shadow of a doubt...
T-minus three, two, one.
You can't expect to know everybody.
Can I go now?
Send a cleaner for 375 pounds.
And we can... we can just start again.
Well, Hank, what's it like to be a... liar?
I swear it.
Queen Etherea.
Mecha Shiva
during my stay in Florence, Italy.
a mean little tell-all book filled with nothing but lies and pictures of also-lies.
Would you be so kind as to liberate me from my fetters?