Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm thirsty.
And why are you dressed like the clown on my lamp, Pop?
Ah, Mr. Samson. Excellent. OK.
Move over. I'm driving.
That'll be Charlene. Gotta run, boys.
That you don't like Zepp?
don't come crying to me.
You're mixing acids and bases there.
Well, I'm off on my date.
Did you spit in this?
Attention, unidentified aircraft.
You hear muffled whimpers coming from the trunk of a limousine.
We don't even know who our old mommy was.
Can't you see where this is maybe different?
- Bud. - You got it, ape-drape.
Brock looks like hell.
Whoa! Look at those wheels!
We don't do that! We do not eat test tubes.
Drink it.