Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(TONY SCREAMING)
Topgoth.
Yeah, not Goth girls, though.
Good.
-When are we going to do some sorcery? -Right now.
-You ready? Cab's here. -Yeah.
If I get them, I'm going to customise them.
-You absolute jerk-off. -How dare you, you cleft?
-We might have summoned up a tiny demon. -Demonette.
Did a shit on a tombstone.
...Tony Harrison are right.
You know nothing of the crunch, you’ve never even been to the crunch.
Yeah, I've still got the magic.
Trump must be punished. He must be punished.
♪ Sucking the life from the youthful faces
We asked the moon, I didn't know he was an alabaster retard, did I?
-This is my library of magic books. -Wow.
We Asked The Moon, I Didn't Know He Was An Alabaster Retard, Did I?
(SCREECHES)
No.
-Left or right, Tony? -Uh....
It's just you and that old gimmer Horace. Oh, can't you blow him out?
♪ Love cats ♪
especially you.
Hi, Horace. Jazz is off tonight, something's cropped up.
If you're against the papoose system,
Right on it.
Yeah, you've read all the books, but when it comes to the crunch, where are you?
Good evening, ladies, and welcome to the bingo.
Prepare yourselves for some powerful magic.
-You're a bit done-up, aren't you? -Exactly, that's my look.
The age I lost my virginity, number 4 3.
Don't give me the runaround, you know what I'm talking about.
Oh, cheers, Naboo. You're a diamond.
we fetch it back...in a bag,
Ow! Blows their minds. Might want to try that yourself.
Drop any weather report?
All right. But lucky for you, there's this.
-That's your first slice of crunch. -Get off.
Vince, is that her?
(CLEARING THROAT)
-Listen, lady, where's the book? -What book, dear?