Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mark, we worked a season or two together, right?
Paul!
- Wait! - Mister!
Hello?
C'mon. I'll carry you.
OK.
Motorcycle accident paralysed my legs.
Keep your people away from that place, Holt. It's condemned.
Your turn. Three goals, or you're gonna lose.
Are there any after-hours places around here?
There you are.
Wanna take me on?
Don't go anywhere.
You OK?
Kneel down.
No, it's just tremendous affection.
We've got about half a mile, then we'll have lunch.
- What's brown and sits on a piano? - Your face.
What we'll do over the next two weeks,
Terry, lunch.
- What if there is a Jason? - Bullshit, Ginny.
Got you, huh? What d'you think?
You let him drown. You never paid any attention!
Hi! I'm late.
He must've seen the whole thing happen.
Shit! I'll call you back.
Think something's wrong?
Next.
You're such a sucker for it.
His body was never recovered from the lake after he drowned.
Hey, come on!
Five years... five long years he's been dormant.
No. They're all dead. They're all dead.
The girl who survived that night at Camp Blood, that Friday the 13th...
But if you ever do this to me again, I'm gonna kill you.
- Move it! - I'm going!
The one who attacked me and pulled me under the water.
Get her, Mommy.
C'mon, Mark.
When we get back to the city, we can tell everyone we were there.