Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and then you sell 'em to your stupid friends
[whispers]: Derek. Hey.
by which we vampires keep our presence
because we showed the other man mercy,
[laughs]: Oh, yeah.
Nandor looks like he's a real big sleeper, right?
GUILLERMO: He escaped! But a-according to
thanks to this brand-new, state-of-the-art pillow.
No one said that. Please do not talk anymore.
- Release the prisoner. -[laughs]
You are wearing bad vampire fashions.
from that crate this instant.
in the amount of $12,700.
[scoffs] Fuck me? Well, fuck you!
OPERATOR: [OVER PHONE] 9-1-1. What's your emergency?
My lords and ladies of...
- Frank? I'm Frank. - LASZLO: Oh, right.
The President kissed me.
- You're the vicar. - SEAN: My lower back!
- Gonna be hard to get that out. - GUIDE: Okay, we good?
Every time with that one.
-[whispers]: Fuck. -[door opens]
for what he described as a "boys-only night."
♪ You're dead, you're dead, you're dead♪
Or the one who challenges the throne-sitter?
And, uh, now he's taking me to small-claims court.
Well, I wouldn't take that personally.
GUILLERMO: Hmm.
for about 300 years.
just go fucking crazy.
- by those who seem to least desire it. - NANDOR: But the throne
GUIDE: Okay, stop!
Iorek the Knavish,
People have been saying that
Must be training for something
-[bell tolls] -[Nandor hisses]