Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Fine... hallucination... whatever.
You're my bodyguard, right?
Now, please stand to the side.
Do you want Dean? You can have Dean.
I made the purchase of this Homeboy figurine...
I'll tell you what the problem is...
faggot.
No, I'm not talking about Mecha Mouth, Hank.
Nice try, junior, but I know you're bluffing.
Fuck You. Give me a dollar.
from Dr. Thaddeus S. Venture, I can assure you.
Like I didn't give her space!
Why are you talking like Yoda?
Your name is bitch! And I own you.
I'm growing a ponytail.
Don't you recognize me, Rusty?
For the folly of youth has...
But You're Really Cold Diarrhea In a Dixie Cup!
You stole my life from me.
All right, I'm with you.
Get 'em hooked early, right?
Forty-three years ago...
Oh, my hair's in my goggles again.
I never thought of that.
When I finished sewing you up, I turned around, and it was just gone.
You've had your little adventure, go the hell home.
was Old Man Johnson all along.
You jerry-rigged my body.
Who else?
Your beloved Brock won't be saving you this time.
Do you know that you were doing fifteen on a sixty-five-mile-per-hour highway?
You're probably why I lost my hair, too, aren't you?
Here's the clicker, here's H.E.L.P.eR.'s remote.
I know, but...
No, no, no, Dr. Venture.
That's funny to you, right?!
Birch beer.