Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm OK with it.
who walk around vomiting sunshine.
to get you to, you know,
They've been all over me.
Dr Clock, do you have a minute?
Wounded.
And now...
It doesn't bother me as much as the whistling.
I lied because we were trying to destroy your morale.
They're Milanos, you idiot.
I prefer an environment where subjects end up crushing themselves.
Our prayers go out to you and your family.
I wish we knew something personal that would really get to her.
Oh, it landed.
Is that the size of it, Turkelton?
You're welcome-o
Look at all this stuff I bought. Candles...
Same times a thousand, big guy.
Bastards. Bastard-coated bastards with bastard filling.
Try telling that to my one-eared dog.
J.D., are you really this upset?
Here it comes.
I'm getting them, dear.
Thank you. A nipper.
That depends. What are we talking about?