Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know I do want you Your flavors smell of peanuts peanuts

We went to a bunch of rock stars'n sold them candy bars to raise the money you needed.

He’s using the “Mike’s Always Right” defense

I'm sure that would scare the hell out of him, Cartman.

I made about $410,300, but-

But we can put our money together with the money you made...

Why would a Wookie, an eight-foot tall Wookie, want to live on Endor, with a bunch of two-foot tall Ewoks? That does NOT MAKE SENSE!

Eh, of course! Here you go. Leaving so soon?

Now think about that. That does NOT MAKE SENSE.

2 x 2 x 2 x 3 x 5 x 5 = 600

...hangin' out with bands, goin' to lavish parties, lovin' many, many women.

Juju Monsters, Inc. (2001)

God-damned, I hate that Cochran guy. If he was here in front of me, I'd be like,

What are you all looking at? This is just between me and Mr. Hat.

What are you bastards doing?

Yeah! Back when I used to be in the rock business.

...it would be much simpler, but much less magical.

I couldn't raise the $2 million to hire Johnny Cochran, and now I have to go to jail.

Yes, of course. I'll buy three Crispy Yum-Yums.

WHO DID THIS?! YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS, YOU BASTARDS!

Wish me luck, children.

And so, in summation, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, you've heard...

Well all right. Maybe I will go. I'll play them my version of the song.

Ladies and gentleman, this is Chew bacca.

And what happened then? Well, in South Park they say...

Chef is the guy who told us to do a country album.

Sure, kid. But I would retain exclusive worldwide rights,

We've come to raise money for our friend, Chef.

You are a lying ball of turd, Mr. Hat!

Ladies and gentlemen of this supposed jury, it does NOT MAKE SENSE!

Ladies and gentlemen of the *jury

Ladies and gentlemen, I am not making any sense! None of this makes sense!

I need some help over here! Please help! I think he's got third-degree burns!

Hey, Elton, if I give you these lyrics, will you write a song for my girlfriend, Wendy?