Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Bean, where are you?

Nobody murders me and gets away with it.

I mean, give me a hug, Elfo.

that you just go on and on about.

Um, maybe the thing where giant sparks shoot out of your hands?

Elfo, you nimwit. That wasn't Bean, that was Bad Bean.

Okay, screw you, uh, and your tacky red room.

Because, of course, we ourselves don't know much about our history.

No, Dad, listen, okay?

-Don't throw it. -There you go.

[enchanting music playing]

Well, shucks. I ain't no dummy.

Wait, who the hell are you?

And I'm here to take my kids home.

-[sighs] -Or glugging is good.

If you weren't drunk all the time,

Each one more unusual than the last.

The depth of our ignorance is something we also don't know. Possibly bottomless

You gotta sip slowly, daintily.

-[clears throat] -What the hell is going on?

Told you I'd enter your dreams as a laughing skull.

[ominous music playing]

Oh, darling. We came as soon as you called.

-Was Bad Bean devious? -Yeah, of course she was.

-[both gasp] -I was not just smelling your neck.

Ah, I'm sick of starting new lives.

-You know I don't like whispering. -[gasps]

'cause it seems like there's just a curse a day.

Please, I need a moment.

I can't believe you married my nanny.

I didn't realize you're a, uh… What exactly are you?

You, uh… [chuckles] You are the good Bean, right?

-Why can't you just get a lobotomy? -[thuds]

[Freckles] Welcome to Steamland, you douchebags.

Mmm, how humiliating.

"Team Bean" doesn't rhyme, and how do I know you won't kill me?

-[scattered applause] -Here's what we don't know so far.

Okay, then. Well, I guess it's up to me.