Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The henchmen were all, "She went to her mother's"...
I told you to hold your breath.
His lies can't hurt you anymore.
I was feared, and I was respected, and not just by my murderous moppets...
Let us proceed to stage five.
I can see your dirty pillows!
My tax dollars, for one.
"things or objects..." or something like that.
Oh... no.
And now, Mr. Monarch, you'll have your chance.
This place is crawling with Strangers.
Down on the ground and hold your breath.
I was there for maybe a half an hour.
where one might attend "The People v. The Monarch"?
I told you.
"Rifling through his pockets for change, the Monarch accidentally launches...
Uh, hey, why don't we go scrounge up some adventure...
You think it's a cry for help?
All clear, Mr. Samson. The Guild appreciates your non-interference.
Hug me.
It's all there. Do you want to count it?
Good night, ladies and gentlemen.
I developed a love for this playful provision...
It shall be done.
making out with Stiv Bators and Lydia Lunch!
I'm gonna be working harder than a cat trying to bury a turd on a marble floor.