Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So you and your sister must be pretty close.

Love her tits I want to kiss her tits

You mean that, Officer Bracke?

Shit. Hey, hey, hey.

Let's just check out this last cabin, then we'll head back.

I am willing to bet there's some pretty cool shit in here.

- Oh, God. Clay. Clay. - No. No.

Let's get out of here.

You can drink that, by the way. Yours, hers, mine. I swear, piss is sterile.

My name is Trent. My daddy bent me over this chair...

You think we should take the boat out? He's gonna find out.

IF SOMEONE CALLED MY NAME

Shit. Where the fuck are you, gun?

I don't know, she's always been the responsible one.

Shoot the boot, shoot the boot, shoot the boot.

Luan Loud You're now stone

Oh, my God. Babies have more space in the uterus.

Tomorrow morning, you and me, we get up at dawn. We go, we find the crop.

Go. Go. Go, go, go! Jesus.

Amanda! Goddamn!

Came that close to hitting the start button on the whoop-ass machine, boy.

I'm a fucking idiot.

- No, we're not, act... - Yes.

...or any of those other kids at Crystal Lake. There's no car, no witnesses.

If you're not comfortable having them here, then why did you invite them?

...they probably just took off together.

Say, Richie, old buddy, I'm gonna bounce.

Sure, man. Hey, I give a wicked blow job too.

Okay, okay, okay.

Get out here. There's a guy out there.

I don't care about your fucking lip. This is a family heirloom.

That's payment for being a douche bag.

What are we gonna do?

Dude, if you're out there whacking off, man, that is not cool.

Run! Run, Whitney!

It'll be easier for you than it was for Jason.

Why would you eat my leg, man? I can teach you how to fish. Just go fishing.

- Those feel good, don't they? - That's the one.

Fuck that. I'm not drinking out of your sweaty-ass sneaker.

- I ain't seen her, though. - Thanks.

Are you looking for this?