Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I need some help over here! Please help! I think he's got third-degree burns!
Chef is the guy who told us to do a country album.
Sure, kid. But I would retain exclusive worldwide rights,
Anyway-
I couldn't raise the $2 million to hire Johnny Cochran, and now I have to go to jail.
You know I do want you Your flavors smell of peanuts peanuts
...hangin' out with bands, goin' to lavish parties, lovin' many, many women.
Now think about that. That does NOT MAKE SENSE.
But we can put our money together with the money you made...
Ladies and gentleman, this is Chew bacca.
Wish me luck, children.
What are you all looking at? This is just between me and Mr. Hat.
Ladies and gentlemen of the *jury
I made about $410,300, but-
We've come to raise money for our friend, Chef.
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.
2 x 2 x 2 x 3 x 5 x 5 = 600
Ladies and gentlemen of this supposed jury, it does NOT MAKE SENSE!
Ladies and gentlemen, I am not making any sense! None of this makes sense!
He’s using the “Mike’s Always Right” defense
What are you bastards doing?
Juju Monsters, Inc. (2001)
WHO DID THIS?! YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS, YOU BASTARDS!
Boy, do we!
We went to a bunch of rock stars'n sold them candy bars to raise the money you needed.
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!
Yeah! Back when I used to be in the rock business.
Yes, of course. I'll buy three Crispy Yum-Yums.
Fire!
You are a lying ball of turd, Mr. Hat!
Eh, of course! Here you go. Leaving so soon?
Four.
...it would be much simpler, but much less magical.
I'm sure that would scare the hell out of him, Cartman.
God-damned, I hate that Cochran guy. If he was here in front of me, I'd be like,
Hey, Elton, if I give you these lyrics, will you write a song for my girlfriend, Wendy?
And what happened then? Well, in South Park they say...