Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ladies and gentlemen of the *jury
Ladies and gentlemen, I am not making any sense! None of this makes sense!
Yeah! Back when I used to be in the rock business.
Fire!
Hey, Elton, if I give you these lyrics, will you write a song for my girlfriend, Wendy?
We've come to raise money for our friend, Chef.
He’s using the “Mike’s Always Right” defense
WHO DID THIS?! YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS, YOU BASTARDS!
You are a lying ball of turd, Mr. Hat!
What are you all looking at? This is just between me and Mr. Hat.
2 x 2 x 2 x 3 x 5 x 5 = 600
Ladies and gentlemen of this supposed jury, it does NOT MAKE SENSE!
I couldn't raise the $2 million to hire Johnny Cochran, and now I have to go to jail.
Eh, of course! Here you go. Leaving so soon?
Sure, kid. But I would retain exclusive worldwide rights,
Juju Monsters, Inc. (2001)
Well all right. Maybe I will go. I'll play them my version of the song.
We went to a bunch of rock stars'n sold them candy bars to raise the money you needed.
And what happened then? Well, in South Park they say...
Boy, do we!
Ladies and gentleman, this is Chew bacca.
Why would a Wookie, an eight-foot tall Wookie, want to live on Endor, with a bunch of two-foot tall Ewoks? That does NOT MAKE SENSE!
What are you bastards doing?
Yes, of course. I'll buy three Crispy Yum-Yums.
I'm sure that would scare the hell out of him, Cartman.
Anyway-
Now think about that. That does NOT MAKE SENSE.
But we can put our money together with the money you made...
Chef is the guy who told us to do a country album.
...it would be much simpler, but much less magical.
I need some help over here! Please help! I think he's got third-degree burns!
You know I do want you Your flavors smell of peanuts peanuts
...hangin' out with bands, goin' to lavish parties, lovin' many, many women.
I made about $410,300, but-
And so, in summation, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, you've heard...
Four.
God-damned, I hate that Cochran guy. If he was here in front of me, I'd be like,
Wish me luck, children.