Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come on. Keep the robe. I don't want the robe.
Who would do that?
- If you just do it... - Yeah, okay!
Why would I lie about that?
I got a drippy?
No, no. Not dead.
W... We are friends, yes?
- Please trust me. - No,
I can't fire you... You're not even mine.
- all right. - Eh, look at that.
- No, we don't. - Take her.
Just hear me out, okay? 'Cause I know that...
but i-it's up to you, Benito.
So show some respect.
He would call me his libélula...
And Chip, such a dashing young gentleman.
You're leaving?
trying to suckle from the mighty Pemberton teat.
Okay. I mean, how am I supposed to argue with that?
Oh. And a word to the wise:
Just put it on your tongue and tell me what it tastes like.
and change into our PJs?
I'd like to apologize for my behavior.
Oh, wonderful. I bet you do, Chip. Great. But just in case,
and I will explain the rest later.
Sounds neat.
Oh, no, no, I-I can't, 'cause I have a sensitive stomach.
you'll be the colonel's apprentice.
Yeah, I did.
- Mm-mm. Mm. - No... no guzzling.
Have you seen that car outside? That's a pig.
- I'm Jimmy. - Oh.
- I... Good, I think. - Yeah?
Oh, my goodness,
- Okay. - Mm.
The colonel is Alba's father!