Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

LEWIS: At last the Pacific Ocean.
and I sang you the lullabies you wrote.
if only I had a son to enjoy this with.
You says to me : the law says you must be married to prince ?
Come spring, they sought help from Native Americans.
(SQUEALING)
Mozart worked hard on his music.
Please let me win.
Books? books are for squares.
You know these... (GROANING) I'm dying!
Your Majesty, I know you want a son.
And we owe it all to you.
Ew! A plague rat!
(CACKLES TO THE TUNE OF BEETHOVEN'S FIFTH SYMPHONY)
(CHEERING)
Her Majesty, Margarine of Aragon!
But must we discuss my womb in front of the entire court?
Oh, they're like sheep. As the emperor goes, so do they.
and get us some sweet mermaid sex.
(REQUIEM PLAYING)
But I can't chop my wife's head off
I say trade in that lemon and get busy!
so I left a magazine in the basket.
Mom, everyone who ever lived is boring.
who lived fast and died young?
ME ON A LUCKY DAY AT WALMART
History's like an amusement park,
But watch out When beans come out down south