Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We love you, son.
Pennies, pennies, shiny pennies
Cryo-ship detected.
All the money goes to the 11-year-old and his best friend.
Punch it, Chachaco! Load up the hypercoal!
We've been looking for you.
You're a loser!
Chachaco, when I met you,
Cryo-ship detected. Class: medical.
You're about to learn the tragic fate of the Oak Point High lacrosse team.
and particularly gruesome group decapitation.
Lovely pennies, copper pennies
But we always threw cash at the problem.
Holy shit. Look at this place.
Damn, Morty, ain't just your run-of-the-mill ark ship.
Honey, what are you talking about?
- In 200 years?! - You're a piece of shit!
Now go find that other pod with a dead guy in it.
the sacred light will shine down upon you.
Mob justice!
Really unreasonably trusting. Maybe too trusting.