Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come on, we got to get to the Enchanted Forest. Turn left.
won't you let my baby go free?
Honey, why don't you come over and sit down? Get to know one another.
Baldwin, please. Be a gentleman and call off this race, it's too dangerous.
God bless my probation officer.
I'll get out, sugar dumpling, I'll get out, if it's the last thing I do!
I wish I was having triplets.
Bombs exploding in the airport and barbershop.
- Are the parents here? - Yes, Your Honor.
God. I heard about the Alphabet Bomber.
Open up that door
Cry-Baby is an orphan.
But everyone says we should be like them
Life could be a dream, sweetheart
No!
Make those monster faces, Hatchet. Please.
We weren't born to live by rules
Hold on, homeboy.
though he's guilty as can be
Almost grown
If you'd do what I want you to
Hey, Hatchet-Face, you think Cry-Baby's got blue balls for the chick?
Too smart to work, too cool to care.
Nighty-night, boys.
What do I do, who do I thank?
He wants his baby to have a real family,
Baldwin! Mind your manners.
Well, let me out
Punch
Following last night's disturbance at Turkey Point,
Mister Sandman, bring her a dream
Maybe Cry-Baby can sing.
- $15, take it or leave it. - Come on, Ramona.
She is speaking in tongues.
You think you're a big man, Cry-Baby. But you're lower than your dead father.
Your poor dead parents would turn over in their graves.
I think you're a liar and a cad
Here, these are the ones we want.
To a teenage prayer
Falling from my eyes
Almost grown
It's those jukebox records she listens to.
Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen
Siamese twins are a financial burden.
Teenagers everywhere, repent!
A king and queen
Ja?
We're having your favorite supper tonight, Wanda.
Please, Mr. Jailer
Go on, get out of here.
Love that girl
Mona Malnorowski, also known as Hatchet-Face.
Cry-Baby and Allison sitting in a tree,
I'm going to have your two children
Your Honor, could we take Wanda the fuck home?
If you hear me
Not my children. They're my flesh and blood. They're all I have!
I swear.
Come on, everybody. Come on in.
Stay in your places.
Something is on my mind
Her name is Allison and she is a nice girl.
One single, salty tear
Hatchet!
You!
We should be what we want to be
Cry-Baby, where are you?