Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, sir!
Why don't you ask your dad?
He doesn't even know we're standing here.
What's this one?
Morning, Brock.
Oh, that's Brock.
Hank, stop!
I don't think this lab is zoned for a fireplace.
Will you try something else, please?
I think my dad used to make giant horseshoe crabs here or something.
Hank, what the hell are you doing sleeping on the floor?
Greetings, Pumpkin.
And you have a Jolly Roger on your blouse...
It's powered by a forsaken child?
Dean! Wake up!
Marco!
Pumpkin, why don't you see if, um...
Dean, I'm going to turn around now, and you'd better be on fire.
Is it OK if I cry?
This totally sucks.
But, Dad, Brock is... No fricking buts, mister! But, Dad, Brock is... No fricking buts, mister!
Yes, a capital idea...
you enjoy so well?
You have to be firm.
Hank!
Hank, you get out of there.
No, clearly the insidious cylinder beckoned to Mr. Samson.
begins to cry his own name.
I heard if you take a Q-tip and moisten it with warm water...
Oh, no, no. My wife left me for a young necromancer.
So, you have created an iron cylinder of unearthly delights.
Oh, crap. What happened to the door?