Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The hair's gone! A clue!

I was, like, fine. Whatever. But Mecha-shiva?

Boring me to tears. Ha!

Now, let it all out.

It's all macaroni and empty spools and puffy paint, some yarn...

You're gonna put the Monarch away?

Aw, I wanted a piece of him.

Well, I'm nobody's doormat.

Peers? Peers! How dare you!

Tears? You have to be kidding me!

Mr. Orpheus, you were telling us what you learned.

Thanks, Dr. Girlfriend. Now you tell me.

Now your blood shall flow in his name...

Control, delay order. We've lost full containment.

that nobody can recall what happened that night...

I myself am growing from the torso of an inbred simpleton.

- I thought that... - Great. Thanks.

OK, I should just go then?

I had nothing to do with this crap.

Who does he think he is... Mr. King Butterfly Man?

Well, I saw the flashing lights from, I guess, the police...

You won't see her much, being a supermodel.

Dear girl, you're soaked to the bone.

back on your big gay bike and go home?

If I place a hair between the door and frame...

On what grounds?

Now, that's appealing.

There's gum in this fountain... our first clue.

Yessir, that's a promise.

For if I reach behind your ear, it will not be a nickel I pull out...

If it would please the court.

Boys, don't touch that clue.

It's the oldest trick in the book.

Hey, this is interesting. It's in Sanskrit.