Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

* See, my son, he was born as a clone *
* With all the strength that you give me *
who lives here in Staten Island.
Aah!
Actually, yes.
NANDOR: Tell them my other news, Guillermo.
Do you remember that?! It really burned!
-(organ playing somber music) -PRIEST: And it is with great sadness
Good night.
No, I don't even know what that story is.
-That was me. -(horse neighing)
Did they steal my semen?
the heart wants what the heart wants.
-* Shaolin, the warriors' home * -* Yeah *
-You don't want to...? -Bugger off.
But it didn't even work, and then they got semen everywhere.
She died too young.
-(gasps) -Please be seated.
* Take a seat at the throne *
That's... (chuckles)
There's nothing to be ashamed of.
We're stuck inside a space nautilus, between his colon and his cloaca.
LASZLO: When I was a human man,
* I know that you hear me, I hope you forgive me *
Oh, Laszlo.
*
-Goodbye. -(chuckles)
That's a wooden stake, you dickhead!
because I really loved 35 of them.
-Who's in? -(agreeing)
(Nadja gasps)
* Underneath the silvery moon *
-TEEN 1: Oh! -TEEN 2: Oh, my God.
It's night. Shouldn't there be no one in there?
Not long, not long. Thank you.
-NANDOR (muffled): Good evening, Guillermo. -Good evening, Master.
Nandor, my mascara is running because of the blood.
I can't be bothered to hold this anymore. Can you tether it?