Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Cinnamon's here for her sleepover party.
...well, he also...
Well, I see.
If it hadn't been for you, well, who knows what would have become of me, you know?
Okay. Good night.
...but I didn't have any friends growing up.
Yes.
I figured that out.
The third floor landing. The poor old guy's been walking up the stairs for half an hour.
And you were sweet not to throw it too far so she didn't wear out her tiny legs.
Cinnamon, where are you, my little lamb chop?
Father.
- Sorry, I just... - Sorry's not good enough.
No.
She could have been dead for all we knew. You should be ashamed of yourself.
But kids are like pancakes, the first one's always a throwaway.
You get bit a lot.
Nice to meet you, Professor Proton.
- Nice. Heh. - Thanks.