Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ad hoc, ad loc and quid pro quo.
- We're surrounded. - Nice dog, though.
- Glove? - Glove?
...Blue Meanies!
Nothing ever happens to me.
I can't stop her.
- It's not a goldfish bowl. - Just a big glass bowl, then.
- Yes, I'm the alter-ego man. - And I'm the ego man, goo goo, g'joob.
- I knew he was somebody. - You're right.
Left to the nostril, right uppercut,
- Don't dey, dough? - Dough?
You could impersonate them and rally the land to rebellion.
Here, your Blueness, have some nasty medicine.
Steady now, crew. Prepare to go forward.
Find a boxing button.
Lads, now Ringo's gone, what are we gonna do?
By all the sea nymphets, we're losing power.
- Must be one of them angry young men. - Or a daffy old creep.
Pat and Stan | Bath Time (Episode 1)
The resemblance is truly striking.
I think he needs a rehearsal
Do I see... Young Fred?
- Here. - Is that the motor?
You don't look Bluish.
When Metronome Send Beats Out
CISCRIBERS!
And this is only Thursday morning.
The booby's making more and more sense.
Yes, they do look very nice, don't they?
- Maybe we should call a road service. - Can't. No road.
That's where the gear's kept. Come on.
Cocamisi fuck you
Do you recommend fisticuffs versus the guard?
Let's get the other two, John.
But that isn't logical, is it?
Uh-oh, wrong one.