Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He looks like a retard.
Easy does it, Margaret.
The smell of brutish men, squirting out hot jets of man-foam.
What are you wearing? I told you not to pull focus.
- (Spectators shouting) - (Crunching)
You can't do this.
I'm the fighter, you little tit-box. All right. Easy.
- Whatever. - I was putting a move on him.
The show is finished now. Go on.
Haven't you seen the show? ''Captain Cabinets, trapped in cabinets.''
(# Growling didgeridoo)
(Tuneful bleeps)
- l've got edge. - You're as edgy as a satsuma.
Note to self:remember not to murder women
(Wind howling)
I don't think you understand women. What d'you think women like?
- (Bell) - Go on!
Listen, you hooligan. I'm going to get you.
I'll put a move on you. I've felt your moves.
# How d'you gets to kill a roo? it's all you have to do
Look at this place.
- Now, this fella's... - (Echoing growl)
I'm a ragamuffin from the streets.
- D'you want some? - Come on.
Erm...let's not concentrate on your opponent.
(Laughs nervously)
- Get up. Let's get ready. - All right.
(Animals cry, wind howls)
I'm Monsoon Moon and there's a painstorm a-brewing.