Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Maybe Cry-Baby can sing.

Your Honor, could we take Wanda the fuck home?

- Are the parents here? - Yes, Your Honor.

Falling from my eyes

Not my children. They're my flesh and blood. They're all I have!

Cry-Baby and Allison sitting in a tree,

We should be what we want to be

Your poor dead parents would turn over in their graves.

Baldwin! Mind your manners.

- $15, take it or leave it. - Come on, Ramona.

Please, Mr. Jailer

Hold on, homeboy.

God bless my probation officer.

Here, these are the ones we want.

She is speaking in tongues.

Come on, everybody. Come on in.

We weren't born to live by rules

Life could be a dream, sweetheart

Bombs exploding in the airport and barbershop.

It's those jukebox records she listens to.

I wish I was having triplets.

won't you let my baby go free?

I'm going to have your two children

Open up that door

Her name is Allison and she is a nice girl.

If you'd do what I want you to

Nighty-night, boys.

Mister Sandman, bring her a dream

God. I heard about the Alphabet Bomber.

To a teenage prayer

We're having your favorite supper tonight, Wanda.

Go on, get out of here.

Stay in your places.

Hey, Hatchet-Face, you think Cry-Baby's got blue balls for the chick?

Siamese twins are a financial burden.

You think you're a big man, Cry-Baby. But you're lower than your dead father.

though he's guilty as can be

Honey, why don't you come over and sit down? Get to know one another.

What do I do, who do I thank?

He wants his baby to have a real family,

Cry-Baby, where are you?

Too smart to work, too cool to care.

I think you're a liar and a cad

Cry-Baby is an orphan.

Something is on my mind

Well, let me out

Baldwin, please. Be a gentleman and call off this race, it's too dangerous.

Mona Malnorowski, also known as Hatchet-Face.

But everyone says we should be like them

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen

A king and queen

Following last night's disturbance at Turkey Point,

Make those monster faces, Hatchet. Please.

Teenagers everywhere, repent!

I'll get out, sugar dumpling, I'll get out, if it's the last thing I do!

Come on, we got to get to the Enchanted Forest. Turn left.

One single, salty tear