Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Gaze on their listless expressions.

Well, I'm Queen Tiabeanie Mariabeanie De La Rochambeaux Drunkowitz.

As promised, four fabulous freaks.

Yeah, but you're just so killable.

-[crackling] -Oh!

We've got a curse to get rid of.

And who in blazes might you be?

You need to get a hold of yourself.

Well now, I'm really mad.

I'm going to call you Bad Bean.

[scoffs] If I were to show you the analytics

You tried to get me mad.

Yeah, that was fast.

[gripping instrumental music playing]

How come you know so much and I don't?

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

I'll make it up to you.

-No, I'm Bean. -No, I'm Bean.

I knew it. I told people I was being controlled by unseen forces

and when I go to sleep, she murders me for no reason.

Guys! Hey, guys, it's me.

Enough with your spinning.

Fucking peasant

When I die, I go back to Hell.

-Is that you, Luci? -Heh.

"Have a fifth beer, Bean." And, "Have a sixth beer, Bean."

Are you okay, Bean?

Oh, no, I gotta get out of this dream.

There's no escaping this conversation.

Elfo, throw me the sword.

-You killed her? -Who cares?

or pass out drunk or snooze till noon.

Oh, Luci, I love you.

[groans] I knew that catchphrase would come back and bite me in the ass.

"So long, fatso"?