Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, yeah. True dat.
What'd you say?
Holy cow. You could be my twin brother.
Ow! Oof! Ow! Hey! Dang, girl!
Look, Wendy, you've gotta hear this.
Let me go grab my coat.
(interrupts) No. You know what. It's over Robbie. We're through.
I'll rewind your face!
Look!
It's your producer!
Holy cow!. You could be my twin brother!
You think she'll ever forgive me?
Your tour bus is really strange, Mable-girl. Where the feedin' tubes at?
What's goin' on, Mable-girl?
Ow!
You are now under my control, Your mind is mine!
Or maybe the boys are grown from pods!
Are you kidding me? First you stand me up last night, and instead of apologizing you want me to go to Lookout Point?
Yo, you gonna share that?
As for the rest of you, remember, you can always be replaced by your 'brothers!' Dance for me, child! Dance!
Stocking meat for the Apocalypse, doodly-doo. We're all gonna die! (normal) What's with the pacing, kid? You look even more freaked out than usual.
That's what they all say no fake March and ceremony.
They must be around here somewhere. I'll find those boys if I have to turn this town upside down.
Holy cow!. You could be my twin brother!
You are now under my control. Your mind is mine.
(singing) Here comes yoMable-girl, we dreamed of being free (so free)