Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I-I could, uh, find it for you.
Wenk.
ICE QUEEN: Lounged atop their comfortable sense of ennui,
King me.
Can you believe it was my first draft?!
Uh... Aah!
I'll call them... grabl...
On to the next chapter...
(THUMP!) (GRUNTS)
Darlin', don't you see the brilliant comedy laid out before you?
Fionna, this character doesn't serve any thematic purpose
This... one?
listened to the Ice President read his fiction.
(GROANS)
I'm sorry.
It's just that flapjack literature is such a niche genre,
Sorry, Cake, but these just look like
formless blobs of sweet flapjack to me.
(GRUNTS)
Janet the fox answered her.
Byeeee!
Check out my sweet flippin' moves.
(GASPS) Did you hear that?
OMG MARSHALL LEE HAVE SEX WITH ME NOW
(SCREECHES)
(QUACKS)
Nooooo!