Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Why me?
First denial.
Look out, world.
I'm cured!
Cry it out loud, Chris.
Just as I'm sure you're sorry for being such a colossal bitch to me and everyone else for lo these many years.
Uh, oh, I have an idea.
Wow, I'm even better than before.
I just came by to see if it's true.
I've got things to sing.
Oh, I'm fine.
Well then, aren't you a big, fat idiot?
Oh, it's almost as good.
Are you good?
Trust us, we'll insist.
But if I could record every other word and play it backwards on a phonograph, the message would come out crystal clear.
Let me have a look.
How can I prove to you that my days are numbered here?
I can't talk.
Hi, Chris.
Come on, don't you understand?
Oh, how are you, dear?
Don't tease us, boy.
Oh, yes, I can talk.
You can stand to lose a little weight, Mr. Peterson.
Have some mucus slicks or however the hell you say it and just shut up.