Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't wanna do poetry... I mean, pottery.
So, what's the deal, Jake?
and steal this.
Hey! Don't be talking trash!
[Beeping]
I ain't no clown-town snitch, baby.
[Screaming intensifies]
Mommy's taking up the rear all plain-Jane styles.
the corridor of a thousand deaths.
MAN'S VOICE: I'm back with your milk, sir.
Nice.
I love yo-o-o-o-u!
Do you even have a plan, Jake?!
MAN'S VOICE: Jake the Dog, we have your daughter.
All right, soldiers, time to shred those pipes!
The master returns!
Whoa!