Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, it's almost as good.
First denial.
Oh, how are you, dear?
Have some mucus slicks or however the hell you say it and just shut up.
I just came by to see if it's true.
I've got things to sing.
Oh, yes, I can talk.
Don't tease us, boy.
I can't talk.
Oh, I'm fine.
Why me?
Cry it out loud, Chris.
Hi, Chris.
Well then, aren't you a big, fat idiot?
Uh, oh, I have an idea.
You can stand to lose a little weight, Mr. Peterson.
Wow, I'm even better than before.
I'm cured!
Come on, don't you understand?
Let me have a look.
Are you good?
Just as I'm sure you're sorry for being such a colossal bitch to me and everyone else for lo these many years.
But if I could record every other word and play it backwards on a phonograph, the message would come out crystal clear.
Trust us, we'll insist.
Look out, world.
How can I prove to you that my days are numbered here?