Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[whispers] It's pronounced Dreamland, and this isn't it.

This is something you don't see every day.

Only the best for my boot-wearing bride.

Listen to me, Bean, if there's anyone who can out-Satan Satan, it's you.

The debt to Hell is about to be repaid.

Luci? Luci? Luci?

-Are we there yet? -No.

-"We"? -I really, really, really do.

-Your friends, Bean. -I have friends here?

Of course, I was one step ahead of her the whole time.

[God chuckles] Oh, Jerry.

[groaning and gasping]

God damn it, I warned you!

I'd say God lurks in mysterious ways.

[God] Yes, I am everywhere.

They're like little spinning beach balls.

[crying] Oh, Go--

-Ha! Ho! -[sinister instrumental music playing]

You calling me a lying hair-trigger rageaholic?

Nice try, daughter dear, but it's time to close the deal.

Shut up, everyone! Shut up! Stop the organ!

Mmm, I do get that, but I think we should lose it.

-[screams] -[ogre gulps]

Let's face it. You're impossible.

They're freckles.