Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No?
Will you tell me one more time?
Bam.
God bless.
That's me from the future.
You've got a big, strong, full bladder in there.
Ah, perfect.
Damn, I hate the 70s.
We'll swallow this.
Bastard, he drinks my liquor, he bets on my cocks, he gets off on my weekly strip shows, but when promotion time comes around, he passes over me just like that Jewish holiday where they have to eat crackers for a week.
Um, I'm a superior god-like creature from the future.
Listen, I saw this Twilight Zone once.
And now you have no one to beat up, except young Master Chris.
Who the hell are you?
All's well, then.
No!
No, I understand, Gus.
What are you saying?
Well, I still have quite a beard problem, but nobody's perfect.
Get lost, you psycho, before I beat you to a bloody pulp while my partner here films it.
It's water under the bridge, so to speak.
That's why I brought along this.