Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Make sweet love
You're doing it, son.
dead.
What you say is true, sir.
He will never be okay, because he is-- say it with me--
Snowman! Get him!
My keys are right here.
Oh, no. No, no, no.
Got to be around here somewhere.
We're what you might call Advanced drinkers.
I killed him!
Let him go, Hayley.
Right. I am unorthodox.
Come in after the "diddle-diddles."
We all know how mischievous little people are.
"You were lucky this year, Smiths,
I got you that polar bear helmet
Mm-hmm. I'm gonna cook y'all a hell of a meal today.
Oh. I wrote him a letter
I got one, too.
I'm what you might call an advanced drinker.
I'm all set with the beer, but I've got a random question.
darts, a Ping-Pong table, that puppy.
Go forth and brew my ancient elixir with these sacred jugs.
I call it shineapple.
Is he...? Dead?
I'm coming for you, yelllows!