Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

PINOCCHIO: Yes.
-(CLINKS) -Whoa!
This town can be very confusing.
(MACHINE WHIRRING)
(SIGHS)
Cricket's the name. Jiminy Cricket, to be precise.
Oh. (SPLUTTERS) But never as much as she loved you, my dear boy.
Jiminy? Where'd he go? (SCREAMING)
What about you? Cleo, did you hear anything?
You became famous?
To make me fret, or make me frown
Good night, Cleo, ah, my little water baby. (CHUCKLES)
Pinocchio, Pinocchio My dear son made of wood
Well, we've got to get going.
It's a miracle. Look at this. You see, Cleo?
-(MEOWS) -Yes.
Yes, yes. That is a good little boat.
(DONKEYS BRAYING)
(CLOCKS TICKING)
Jiminy, guess what? I don't need to go to school.
(LAUGHS) You sure are...
(TICKING)
The sweet fulfillment of
I-I-I-I punished them!
JIMINY: So in the end,
You're not gonna need that anymore
Bollocks. Wooden donkey would have been worth a bleeding fortune.
But there's more. We would be honored if you would consider joining our show.
-(GROANING) -Hey, Pinoke. Drop the mallet.
Introducing the eighth wonder of the world,
(STROMBOLI LAUGHING)
(SIGHS)
they like to pressure...
-(DONKEY BRAYING) -(THUNDER RUMBLING)
All I have to do is, uh... A bunch of stuff.
(GRUNTS)
Figaro, yes. It's been so long, I nearly forgot it.
(WHIMPERING)
Do you want to make your father proud or not?
Pinocchio, look at me. You can trust me.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING)
(GEPPETTO GRUNTS)
(GURGLES)
(SINGING) Fate is kind
-My clocks are my most special creations. -(FIGARO MEOWS)
Slab Oakley. Chad Log. (GASPS)
Locked solid. Well, Pinoke, I guess this isn't what you signed up for
(MUFFLED) Yep, yep, yep.
Oh, there. I see him. Straight ahead. 12 o'clock.
You're a real person, and the only real person I can believe is my father.
BOY 7: I know! Look at all that root beer!
-What in Sam Hill do we pay taxes for? -What are taxes?
(MEOWING)
No, no!
(GRUNTS) And that is the entire problem with the world today.
Everybody knows psyching out your opponent is a great strategy.
(INSPIRATIONAL MUSIC PLAYING)
That's right, kiddo.
(ALL LAUGHING AND APPLAUDING)
I'm scared Hey mullet head let us out Aw don't worry girls I've prepared a front row seat for you
(JIMINY YELLING)
Oh, well, Geppetto, I'm sorry to disturb you.
I wasn't even angry anymore! WAH-HA-HO HO HO! I was supposed to be a real-a-boy la la worry and we are! Oh, never mind. You'd throw our perfect dream away.
(AUDIENCE CLAPPING RHYTHMICALLY)
BOY 3: Look! Free root beer! BOY 4: Root beer!
LAMPWICK: (CHUCKLING) Whoa!
(SOMBER INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)
-Nobody in my show performs for free. -(GASPS)
One of Stromboli's last-minute brainstorms. See? Slip knots.
(GRUNTING)
(CHOMPS)
GEPPETTO: Oh, oh, oh. Whoa.
The game is on Don't drop the ball
You're not really real, are you?
Funny Word: Who do I look like to you a Jackass?
(JIMINY SCREAMING)
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
They lump me in with wasps, cockroaches and termites.
I-I-i-I- i punished them!
Jew? No, he's talkin' bout fuck! You can't say fuck in school you fuckin' fathead!
I'm scared Hey mullet head let us out Aw don't worry girls I've prepared a front row seat for you
(DOOR CLOSES)
No. Why? Because he likes you!
What do you think happened to him?
(NOSE SQUEAKS)
-Uh, temporary conscience. -Sure. Temporary conscience.
(SCREAMING)
Father! Father!
Hey. (SCREAMS) No!
Because I'm the narrator telling this story post facto.