Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm not a professional, obviously. It's just a part-time hobby.
It's not the idea.
Destiny calls but once in a lifetime!
Wait! There appears to be one left.
Here we go.
Actually, It's not even supposed to be ovenable. Not sure if that's a word.
Clom, have you been smoking again? Let's go! Go! Go!
-all day making you a Pie Messiah. -[pulse beating]
-Right. It's aggressive. -It's very aggressive.
The horn. Did you get the horn?
-We must have a comedian in our midst. -[Clancy laughing]
Clancy!
[call ringing]
-it means that, due to operator error-- -Wait!
[laughs]
-Have fun. -Shut up!
-Come on now. -[yells] Dad!
[Clancy whistles] Come on, Charlotte. Let's meet the neighbors.
Wait up, Captain Bryce.
[laughing]
Even though the space is empty,
What the fuck, Simulator?
Could apocalyptize, outsider.
[dog barking]
Father
-Thanks, Computer. -You're welcome, Master.
That idea of corking...
♪ Don't touch the wobble if it's blue ♪
Okay, cut to commercial.
Before you go, here.
you could be living in a massive house, but you're still a hoarder.
[grunts]
[whistle blaring]
Mm-hmm.
[roaring]
To quote Mahatma Gandhi,
-Thank you. -Think nothing of it.
[computer] Master, I can see my eyes.
[grunts]
-Hello. -Clancy, it's Sarah.
-[male voice] Intruder. -Thanks for the pie.