Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't know what I can do.
- Shh! - I'm not the shortest one here.
- I don't know why I had the kid coffin. - I know it's my job...
- I need to ask you something. - Don't.
- Why not? - I really like that shirt. Where'd you get it?
These students need someone who understands them.
Whoa, drunk and disorderly, disturbing the peace. There's a lot of charges here.
We kneel before you with the gift of flesh.
It sounds like it's difficult for you.
When are you gonna design me a tattoo?
- This job's perfect for you. - Check out perfect me.
OK.
- Like I know there will be coins. - Coins?
Uh-uh. No.
And I know that you'll go someplace dark underground. I don't know.
Yeah, my parents are happily married.
Nothing.
How was her mom?
Nah.
"The sheets above me cool my skin, like dirt on a madwoman's grave."