Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

In a black star-sprinkled sky, we soar backward over Earth. As massive block letters of gold and silver orbit into view, we pass to the dark side of the planet, where the continents show the speckled electrified glow of hundreds of cities. The Earth eclipses the Sun, and a massive word hovers front and center. Universal. A Comcast Company.

This smells like the locker room of a gym for dead fish.

Poke the losers.

She can't absorb us if we're self-absorbed.

You don't even know what it's like to be an underdog.

Okay, we'll find the crown, grab the jewel,

What are... What are you...?

Me and Spurtle Princess are gonna win it all.

You're not a Slime person?

You think Betty and Simon hanging out is a good thing?

Quack grinds, sheering the duck,