Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We asked the moon, I didn't know he was an alabaster retard, did I?
-That's your first slice of crunch. -Get off.
Good evening, ladies, and welcome to the bingo.
The age I lost my virginity, number 4 3.
Hi, Horace. Jazz is off tonight, something's cropped up.
Yeah, not Goth girls, though.
...Tony Harrison are right.
We Asked The Moon, I Didn't Know He Was An Alabaster Retard, Did I?
we fetch it back...in a bag,
You know nothing of the crunch, you’ve never even been to the crunch.
-Listen, lady, where's the book? -What book, dear?
especially you.
-You're a bit done-up, aren't you? -Exactly, that's my look.
It's just you and that old gimmer Horace. Oh, can't you blow him out?
Prepare yourselves for some powerful magic.
Ow! Blows their minds. Might want to try that yourself.
-We might have summoned up a tiny demon. -Demonette.
(CLEARING THROAT)
No.
-Left or right, Tony? -Uh....
Good.
Don't give me the runaround, you know what I'm talking about.
Topgoth.
-When are we going to do some sorcery? -Right now.
Drop any weather report?
Yeah, you've read all the books, but when it comes to the crunch, where are you?
If you're against the papoose system,
-You ready? Cab's here. -Yeah.
-You absolute jerk-off. -How dare you, you cleft?
Oh, cheers, Naboo. You're a diamond.
All right. But lucky for you, there's this.
Did a shit on a tombstone.
Yeah, I've still got the magic.
♪ Sucking the life from the youthful faces
If I get them, I'm going to customise them.
-This is my library of magic books. -Wow.
(SCREECHES)
Vince, is that her?
Right on it.
Trump must be punished. He must be punished.
(TONY SCREAMING)
♪ Love cats ♪