Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Why, here's one of me at Dance-eteria...
Will do.
Oh, it's almost exactly like a book.
were far from over.
Memory wipes don't work on his kind.
but your very soul!
Objection. No way!
Oh, any time, Mr. Monarch.
You have thieved from the sacred craft-bin of Olee Janeema.
All right. Yeah, boys.
"To all that protect mine rainy-day craft box...
The defendant's in a crown, for God's sake!
I'm in, and I've made a bit of a mess.
PEERS?! HOW DARE YOU!
What are these hard chunks?
All right, fine! I used to work for him. So what?
What happened to the little guy riding the retard?
My clothes were wet, and he...
disintegration of a police officer.
How rude of me.
You're such a dick. You put his face on the cover!
That's because I had you out of that rag...
Most of them are wilder than a peach orchard hog.
But please get to the point.
Oh, wait. You can't wear pants, can you?
It's surgical with them.
a confession soon followed.
Out of the way, boys.
Just don't go for the reach-around...
Stop that. We heard you the first time.
Many of our operatives are in place.
They're a specialty of mine.
Uh, do I have an erection?
Ow! What the dealy-o?
but I find it a charming yang to merlot's impish ying.
I thought you went to the can.
So why don't you put your fat Tom-of-Finland ass...
Whatever. How much time?
All right, what's going on here?