Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yes, well, it exploded and I lost my home.
-Shit! -Shit!
Um...
-So it's probably best if we... -Hello, The King.
SIMON: Ain't that the truth, Elvis?
In the rafters. I could construct a makeshift coffin
-Which one's Laszlo? -I don't know. Go, Laszlo!
There you are!
I used what little strength I had
LASZLO: "Laszlo." It's saying my name.
LASZLO: I didn't ask.
VOCALISTS: Hey!
-NADJA: Oh, no. -...like so many others have.
You bloody plonker!
(whispering): Carol, stop saying that, okay?
-Hello? -Hello.
Okay.
Did you kill Carol?
-Uh, you e-mailed me. -And I e-mailed him as well.
"If my dick is a pencil,
(laughs, groans)
(quietly): What? Why did you say that?
an Internet café in Medford, Massachusetts.
You only just met him last night.
It also has a giant curse on it!
Do not eat. Something wrong.
Simon the Devious, he thinks I don't know what he's up to,
because I am a troll.
-NADJA: No, it's night. -It's not his house.
How did I survive, you ask?