Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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