Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- They want you to get out of the way, Colin Robinson. - Oh. Okay.
But you know what I'm gonna do? Because you guys are my friends,
New York State Statute 82
- What? - COLIN: Your Honor, if I may,
[groans]: Nah. Not interested.
Jennifer the Dreadfully Loathsome,
So anything and everything goes?
- SEAN: Just have a seat. Just have a seat. - LASZLO: I brought these
I mean, I'm obviously not a vampire,
which you claimed would protect them
- Everyone good? - NADJA: Yes. - NANDOR: Yes.
It totally changed my life.
- What? - Silently watching you.
WOMAN 2: My son... Oh, my God.
♪ Don't sing if you want to live long♪
Haunts my dreams.
Now, I know you both agreed to be coleaders,
- NADJA: What now? - It looks so dumb
[Derek groaning, whooping]
Oh, that was actually it. Sorry. We're done.
- Frankie, Mikey! - MIKEY: Hey!
Number Five? Wrong mask! Again!
GUIDE: If I may please continue?
JUDGE: What is this, some kind of Hamilton thing?
from the ill effects of sunshine.
♪ You're dead and out of this world♪
JUDGE: Garry Degen v. Sean Rinaldi?
And then, you know, the little guy,
clearly states that legal counsel's attire cannot be
[throne scraping]
GUILLERMO: Calling the shots.
that our human resources department put together
don't even show up? I mean...
and I'll sit on the throne?
Never sneak up on a vampire like that, Guillermo.
as mandatory viewing for all employees.
It was that, uh, vigilante vampire-hunting group
Now, I gleefully assumed
- Oh, right. - And then Nandor and his boyfriend
Here's a thought.
Hold on. Hold on. I'll be right back.
A little bit higher.
WOMAN: My husband, his eyes are going back...
Guillermo, you, uh, you saved me.
I just made that up. [chuckles]
- you guys hear, uh, Kevin got laid off? - No.
Um...
you have accrued the following charges:
- NANDOR: Yes. - As requested, you will be known
[whispers]: you let Nandor walk all over you.
We met some finance guys, and next thing you know,
The one who sits on the throne?
-[Nadja gasps] - I'm sorry, y-you mean Aspen? - Hey, boy.
- He got... - It's called the Guy Pillow.
- These things sell themselves. So, who's in? - Uh...