Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You have bested me.
Yeah. He's, uh, texting me.
orcs work to live dwarves live to work
come to my yacht and bring your cat.
and just left it here like a land mine.
What's that supposed to mean?
I'm asking too many questions, aren't I?
Wouldn't you rather be sluts up there,
Who are we? Who the fuck are you, bitch?
And, um, you can eat butt if you want, I guess.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Yeah, whatever. There's no rules. I don't care.
Hey, fuckface.
'cause we can fuck woolly mammoths. Get out!
Morty, how's that book working out for you,
and you will be owned or slain.
Where are we going?
Why and who?
I think I just need to be alone
How about finding the spell that unbinds me
Yeah, yeah.
How about 50 bucks? You weary of 50 bucks?
I-I-I'm closing the door.
Yes, it solves all of our problems.
Why not just have fun?
♪♪
You slut dragon!
You know, like [clears throat]
I-I'm gonna take that shower.
It means you're lame.
I find the insinuation that I can't ask questions
Let me give you a fucking rocket hat.
What in the Medieval equivalent of tarnation --
but, um, I'm down to clown.
All right. I'm from outer space. Happy? No.