Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Judge! No talk!
The actual 70s, by the way.
Just sprout a pair of popos and do it three feet to the left of my face.
and say the magic words,
No.
That... er... uh...
What'd you call me?
I see my mother.
Blah!
Uh, what?
He's trying to pin it on me.
Oh, little bigger.
Of course! That's where I put it!
I haven't withheld it.
Where am I?
Oh, relax. Fluffy's here for the rat problem.
This was before religion.
Pretty bird.
And Shazam!
This cup?
God, I was suffocating in there.
Calling me that, perfectly fine.