Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If Nanatoo gets the book, she's going to multiply.
Anthrax, Ebola.
I know, but look at those boots. They're genius.
You plum, Naboo, your powers have been revoked.
We love you, Naboo. I don't know if we mentioned that.
This is beige magic. It's more your level.
Yeah, Naboo, you might want to start backing your stuff up.
No, I can't. I'm all he's got since his wife left him, okay?
only 328 million this is an outrage !
A bit more, all right. Now, throw me that satsuma.
♪ We could curl up by the fire and sleep for awhile
Really Kyle
-We could ask someone. -Who are we going to ask? The moon?
''Oh, I'm Naboo. Nothing is ever my fault.''
Hitler, yeah, we played Pictionary with him. He was a right laugh.
-You've ruined me. -Hey, Naboo, how's it going?
number 62.
-Where's it gone? -I don't know.
-No. -I knew it. I told you not to mess with the occult.
Sometimes I wonder at the team I have assembled here.
Let that be a lesson to you. Right, let's sort this mess out.
-You're like candy floss. -You cut me open and I'm made of Black Jacks.
Oh, my word! Are we back to the crunch?
-Can I still get on the guest list? -Maybe.
Did a shit on it.
-Obsidian? -Yeah, Obsidian Blackbird McNight.
We're going to have to reverse the spell. Where's the book?
I mean Obsidian Raven McBovril....
All right. Right.
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
You've got one job, Tony, one job, and that's to read the map.
Saboo, you slag!