Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's probably not. Seriously, what's the odds on that?

Are you sure? You didn't eat them?

...about how to introduce your mother to a hooker.

- I have a SEP, smartass. - You have a SEP?

Alcohol tends to exacerbate an underlying personality disorder.

I'll just have lgor bring a villager up to my castle.

Now, go lure Cyril into the bathroom so we can drain his stupid blood.

- Grandmotherly? - No. Old.

- Thanks, Dr. Ben. Next. - What's a gill?

- I don't understand how this happened. - Well, from what I can tell...

- So how can Trinette afford ODIN? - Barry.

CYRIL: What are you...?

"FIRE IN A COWDED THEATER" ISNT A REAL THING, ASSHOLE.

And they're expecting you.

- The what? - Yes, the what, dear.

- Oh, you're just a dirty stomp-around. - Yeah, that's what society calls it.

- Eight gills is way more than I thought. - That's why you're so woozy.

What's with all this glass?

- Cyril, it's a toast, don't be rude. - No.

Well, he better not be.

...l'd sneak in while you're asleep. KRIEGER: Me too!

I mean, how'd you even get this thing...?

You're okay, Taterhead.

What who? Who is that?

Yeah, but think you need the calories?

So please, dear, do the right thing.

You colossal fucking idiot