Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thank you, Enablo.
[gasps]
and un-loved.
[bell tolling]
Thank you.
but regular Bean is bad enough for me. Mmmkay?
[clears throat]
Behold the city of lights and taffy and budget massage parlors.
Only that the answer might lie below the castle
Shush.
Just know, the whole time, I'm going to be watching you.
Mmm, damn it. I'm not so good at this. Let me think.
Mom and her tacky thigh-high stiletto boots.
'cause your hair looks like a haystack.
Or do I?
Look, I'm the one and only Bean.
We're out of tea. I'll put a kettle on.
And…
God, that feels good.
You fucking douchebag
[Freckles] I'll kill you, you rat bastard.
Okay, aim for the seagull up there.
[Zøg] Odval, why does everything I love run away?
So naturally, I'm way smarter.
Why not?
[sighs] Okay, I'll try, but no guarantees.
[scoffs]
Look, I'm not immortal anymore.
[both grunting]
My appendage.
[screaming]
Also, your hair's messed up. You slept on it funny.
Someone always drags you back.
You know what, Bean, I'm sorry I insulted you
Hurry up, Bunty.
[all gasping]
I lied. I lie all the time.
like love and friendship, and the desire to bathe.
She'll have to come to us for more.
I mean Dagmar.
Don't listen to her, Elfo.
And it doesn't work, it just happens sometimes.
[grunts]
Bad Bean.
Give me that tea.
Who am I talking to?