Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Thank you.
- Hey. - Nice to meet you, Sam.
- It's hard. - Jet Skis or bananas?
So, Squirt,
Thanks? Um-- - I don't know why I said that.
- Where's home? - Mm, sorting that one out.
let them handle it?
- Get right there.
- [hisses]
- Merry Christmas. - [laughs]
Yeah? - I--I'll do that. Thank you.
Is there anyone I can call?
- I suggested the hospital.
- Uh, me, yeah.
- Whoa! - Ope, neck.
- Yeah, I think he went this way.
[onlookers gasp] - Sam?
[speaking Spanish]
- Okay.
- Turn off your light. Turn off your light.
It's fine, but I just...
kind of riding on it, so... - What?
Come here.
- Where did you get your top? - I'm not this cool.
[both groaning]
* Spirit of the night *
[vocalizing]
- It's only like ten feet.
of black mold, so we should get out of here.
Is it because I didn't like your drawings?
* *
Can we leave?
- It's a part of the tooth. - The way you're acting
- No. Are you kidding me? No!
- You know, I saw a creepy Santa on the penthouse balcony
who hooked up on vacation,
Give it to me. - I can't.
- These aren't the right windows.
- What? - Get right there.
Ooh. All right, that's a whole lot
- Like, it's, like, off-putting.
and on top of that, we're currently on a family vacation,
- Everybody calm down!
- Well, you know, maybe I like riding dicks, Dad.
- Man, creepy Santa keeps getting creepier.
- Give me that.
Some weird-ass nun. Not digging this one.
- Hi! Oh, this is my friend Sam.
* *
- What do you mean?
and I had to superglue his head together, and, um...
- What? - Oh, shit. I got it.
- [panting softly]
That's Baltasar, right? - Yeah.
It was the first thing I...
- Jesus. Okay.
* *
Yeah.
What were you saying?
I can't, like, get it to-- - Hm.
I feel very cared for. - Oh, don't do that.
- Oh, these archways.