Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Blah, blah, blah, lots of sobbing. You get the gist.
I left Earth to beat a paternity test.
I know what a moon-slut is!
[sniffles, cries]
We need to shut down the grid.
I mean, I got canned,
I've been trapped in here…
Ah! Stupid thing. Go faster.
Anything for you, Moon Daddy.
[Rand] Oh my God!
[grunts] …how many wires do you need?
[sensual music plays]
-For the walrus oil, I assume? -Very valuable oil.
and I was wondering if adult adoption is--
Reagan, don't get stuck in his orbit.
Or worse, they mistake me for a god and ask me to lead their society.
just like the secret ninth planet Shmercury.
[ethereal music plays]
Well, I sure hope I'm oxygen and not argon.
and now they wanna can me.
Sweetie, that is so inventive and the cutest little experiment ever.
Come on, it'll be fun. We can replant that flag.
You're a Hecking psycho.
Rand, today has been fulfilling
-Oh, the Moon Day Fair! -[carnival music playing]
Less force on the moon means their muscles atrophied.