Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Dennis. Thank you. - You're welcome.
Put my hands around it
Paul! Ha-ha.
It's priceless.
You better make sure You put me in my place
Are you listening to me?
Dalai Lama.
Sugar me
"The Bourbon Room"?
Mr. Whitmore. Call me.
Lookin' for America
Wanted
God forbid anyone hears your actual voices.
I need you to manage your expectations...
Sorry. I didn't realize you owned the place.
Oh, yeah, of course.
And, yeah, this? This has gotta go. Heh. Whoo.
I swear I’ll never, ever wait again
Love is like a bomb, baby Come and get it on
I can't believe that just happened.
Oh, my God.
This was a mistake.
The breathing really helps.
From the moment I wake up Till deep in the night
- What about you? - Yeah, right.
Did you give my offer some thought?
Double the E, double the Z, double the flavor.
Are you okay?
Break it up
- Born Steven Jackson in Detroit, Michigan. - Are we out?
This is something Wayne, Ziff and I recorded last week.
Any way you want it
And even as I wander
But here I go again
Always go their separate ways
Sepitembala 7, 1989
He gives until it hurts.
Shush. I’m rolling here.
Stacee!
They were all looking at me.
Bought a beat-up six string
Any way you want it
Not Drool. Drew.
Whoa.
Drew! Oi, Drew!
Let's talk about love
Right away.
That song I was writing.
Built this city
Sepitembala 5, 1989
I don't understand why we can't sing.
Sure.
Remember her?
Made my whole life change
See you tomorrow, Mrs. Whitmore.
This man, this man is responsible for so much filth.
What's wrong?
No, wait.
Anyway. Awesome doing business with you, ciao!
You have no idea what it's like to be me.
Just whatever you do, don't tell him you're a singer.
With you
- Now, breathe! - Hey.
Sepitembala 25, 1987
Welcome to the famous Bourbon Room on the Sunset Strip:
I think this whole "Cleaning up the Strip" thing...
- Why so jumpy? - Oh.
More than words
I try to be.
To come into my life
And I ride
Sweet baby Jesus.
Right.
You stay away from me.
We both made our separate ways
- In rehab. There are six. - Both of them?
Hey.
Hey, put your hands together, Los Angeles, for the man who wrote this song...
Sepitembala 11, 1987
Are you ready, baby?
Uh, uh, uh....
- You were fantastic tonight, man. - Thank you, man. Thank you.
She took the midnight train Going anywhere
Swallow your tears, girl
"You're gonna fail anyway, so why not fail closer to home?"
Ladies and gentlemen...
It's love.
I better read between the lines
On a steel horse I ride
I mean, seriously...
Oh! Nice of you to show.
People! We must obey petty bureaucracy.
- To make me feel alive - To make me feel alive
Heh. I love it.
'Cause I know what it means
"Stacee Jaxx will tell you he's a cowboy...
Please stop.
...for you...
Marce 22, 2012
...get old and bitter and run for mayor.
You got L-O-V Baby, I could be the E
Yo, Lonny, how come you never take out the trash?