Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're Dean Fucking Venture!
Oh, you're kidding me!
For, even now, they could be in peril!
Gone.
♪ Cherubs cry ♪
Samson, I'm giving you an order.
What? Am I hearing things?
Didn't you just feel the wind of freedom ripping through your sweater vest?
You think I'll just get me a costume, rip off the neighborhood kids.
Which reminds me, shouldn't you boys be in school right now?
Whatever, keep it moving.
You son of a bitch!
You couldn't blast me to kingdom three-feet-from-here...
You shouldn't even be alive.
Tell me you have Mr. Pibb.
You Dean F***ing Venture!
So, if you see a place we can get ammo for this, pull over.
And it landed us in jail.
I'm in for murder!
Who wants pizza rolls?
That's why I have all these blackouts.
I know all your tricks.
I'll be sleeping in a room right next to Triana.
I can't see squat!
Oh, I'll bet we're gonna have to kiss him!
[Bleep]-A, right!
And you?
because you don't need a $100,000 spectral analytical ectoplasmic locator...
I suspect smelling mysteriously of cloves.
You boys are the fucking Venture Brothers!