Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

Ladies and gentleman, this is Chew bacca.

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

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

What are you bastards doing?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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!

Juju Monsters, Inc. (2001)

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

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

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

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

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

Now think about that. That does NOT MAKE SENSE.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ladies and gentlemen of the *jury

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

Wish me luck, children.

I made about $410,300, but-

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