Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly Hills, that is.

Yeah, he's dragging what's left of Marcus.

I beg your pardon, sir.

You know, I may change my mind about opening a bank here.

Granny, I'd best get this invincible night off dragon hunting before you women kill him.

Do you think King Arthur would split kindling?

Jed, I'm too late to help your cousin Marcus.

I can't hear nothing.

I'll handle him, sire.

He just run smack into a low limb and got squished off his horn!

Dare say the dog will do that.

I better take over or he'll die of neglect.

Oh, uh, say, Major... is there any limit on dragons?

Bad check artist.

Go ahead and hit me, I'll show you.

Another American?

You people destroy a man's incentive.

But it ain't knight's work.

But now it's time to say goodbye to Jed and all his kin.

Mr. Fathersham, sir.

Hey, Ellie, Granny, come on over and meet the royal flog.

I don't know, but they's heavy.

You are at liberty to slay as many as you can find.

He's shortin' it to go home.

You're all invited back next week to this locality to have a heapin' helpin' of their hospitality.

Domo is short for domicile.

There ain't a knight in sight.

Are you by any chance referring to the late Marcus?