Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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he says it's him.

- Say ahh. - Aah.

or Marcy over here, who is an incredible actress

Hey, you want some barbeque?

That will be all?

Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Zoë!

I was Robert Urich's driving double.

You can call me whatever the fuck you want. I don't give a shit.

it would have been a while before you started gettin' scared.

That is, unless you want your ass kicked.

- Uh-uh, I am not gonna fuck him. - I can hear you.

And you don't even want to know what she did for that billboard.

- If they call you Butterfly,

Uh, I don't remember.

- Oh, nigga, please! - Really.

Sorry, I'm built like a girl, not a black man,

Just remember, it's Shanna Banana, not Shauna Banauna.

When did you say you got this bite?

- Skip, grab the twins! Come on with me! - You take the chopper.

- Bye. - Bye-bye.

whenever the fuck I want to do my laundry.

and Zoë starts fuckin' around.

- Look, I know what I said. - What did you say?

Not just that, it has to be a 1970 Dodge Challenger with a 440 engine.

- What's a roscoe?? - Roscoe is a pistol.

Anyhoo, I'm sorry. You forgive me?

You got some voucher here. I asked him what movies you worked on,

Go work your magic.

- If you're gonna take the piss out... - I'm just saying.

OK, here's the thing.

- Cheers to that.. - Word.

He was real lucky.

Yeah, but Pop, he got pretty banged up himself.

ANGRY, ANGRY, ANGRY, ANGRY,

- What do you think of the leg? - Oh, that's funny.

I should be in my hotel room asleep. Not fucking around here on tobacco road,

with Tom Joad while the cool kids get to go out and play?

Smoking hot. Phew.

Man, they're not gonna drink Jäger shots.

Jesus Christ, Shanna, it is not my fucking job to supply y'all

- That's my jacket. - Yes, I know.

Lanna Frank, where are you?

He totally had a girlfriend.

you're goin' on the list

But maybe, a little later in the evening, you've had a few drinks,

Yeah, you know what happens to motherfuckers who carry knives?

I'll give you a ride.

- Where's the top? - Baby's chopped permanently.

You can't get around the fact that people who carry guns tend to get shot

Kim, I may be stupid but I'm not bloody stupid.

Now, get him! Get him!

Carlos, go get him.

And now I've met you and you're going in the book.

Come on, Judy, how about it?

Take that as no.

That's bullshit. I ain't giving them nothing.

Christian Simonson, the filmmaker, is in town.

That's it. I figured it out.

Sweet as. Well, if you'll excuse me for a moment,

they look you dead in the eye and repeat this poem:

Self restraints to room 310.

- No, don't touch him! - Why not?

I remember taking a step and looking down.

- with weed when we go out. - Whoa, whoa, little lady...

I see. She used to beat you up and take your chocolate milk?

This must be the real Bone Shack.

You ask anybody.

- Yep! - She sure is a striking-looking woman.

I don't go by that name anymore.

All right, boys. Come on..

- Show it to me!

don't, don't, don't,

Finally, the truth about Hitler's diabolical plans

God. Did you know Kim carried a gun?

Anyway, I subscribed to the local paper a month ago.

Did any of them survive?

What does that mean?

Must be passing through. Seems only strangers eat here.

What happened to her?

They all react differently.

there ain't no way in hell anybody's walking away from.

Arlene, you've forgotten what hanging out with Jungle Julia is like.

Don't point the gun at yourself.

- Wait... - Where the fuck you going?

"Warren!! Six Shots Of Wild Turkey!"

Wray, you stay put.

- we worked our way to lying down. - The plot thickens. Who was on top?

You got a billboard by Big Kahuna Burger don't you?

What do you say El Wray?

I mean, I like Nate and all. He's cute. He's a pretty good kisser.

But until that day, it's wild west, motherfucker.

- I'm very pliable. - A girlfriend of mine had a theory.

- What do you think? - Self-preservation comes to mind.

Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mitch and Tich.

Some of the best jokes are about cripples. Let's go.

- OK, give Marcy your drink. - Thank you.

You won't have to find her. She'll find you.

I never forgot it.

...of checking out...

- Ah, that's too bad. - Why?

My friend Jungle Julia over here says the jukebox inside is pretty impressive.

Oh, I'm sorry. You were telling a story. What about her?

we're gonna be stuck with them all fucking night.

- I'll take a margarita. - Here you go.

Soft flesh for hard cash.

Dude, check it out. I wonder if BJ brought the bear with him.

- Never mind, here they come. - You cook that meat at 250 degrees?

- Yeah. - Oh, that is so romantic.

Don't run. Don't run, motherfucker! Don't run!

and you pull the little trigger here, and a little bullet comes outta here.

if you blink or brake or swerve, shit, you'll just kill yourself.

No, fuck the gas! Fuck it! I'm just gonna have to make this quick!

OK, get your ass in the back, let's go.

- Octopi. - Come on! Let's go.

Oh, yeah, you sure do.

Goddamn it, I told you I didn't want to see you again.

I don't really see it's any of your business.

Bitch, you two are still into each other and you know it.

but aside from that, I'll be sweet.

Miles to go before you sleep.

But since you're going the other way...

- Give me your belt. - No.