Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- A lot's happened since you broke up with me. - Are you gonna keep throwing that in my face?
Honey, I am so sorry.
Hey, that's Misty Raines. Ah, they're still smiling.
No, I... You looked like a Deborah, so obviously I was wrong.
Whoa! This is, like, straight out of Mitchell Black!
Shall we all adjourn to the living room?
I'm trying to get down there, but if I don't make it...
No, no. A lot of my best friends are zombies.
Oh, fuck me!
You see that, boys?
- For the four of us, not five. - I'm sure Deb can squeeze in.
Is this real?
Aagh! Aagh!
It's Longfellow. He's from here. Portland, Maine.
Great! Somebody's coming in the store and they look drunk and I feel like ass today.
Leah didn't play by the rules. Society crumbles without rules.
(SNARLING)
Okay!
Okay.
(MUSIC PLAYS)
Oh, oh... Mom, are you really there?
They wouldn't understand the moral complexity of that situation.
All right, we're a private security firm hired to handle this situation.
How many of those have you had? You seem drunk.
That sweater!
I don't exactly remember what happened last night...
- Thanks for the rap. - Okay.
REPORTER: 911 emergency centres in several states report being flooded with calls
went viral on the internet just hours ago,
They're just ordinary citizens,
Loved ones. I gotta call Stacy.
I check in on Mrs Jones, get her groceries once in a while.
- (SNARLING) - Oh, my God!
- Words to that effect. - Don't beat yourself...
I don't have one. I ride my bicycle everywhere.
Up next, I got a big aerial display. It explodes and then a roaring bear face comes out.
- You're so... different. - Thanks. We think he's adopted.
lol
- Deb. - What?
Don't!
Where did you ever hear such a preposterous fabrication?
Okay, it's five, eight, zero, zero eight.
A broadcast, apparently originating from within the quarantine zone,
Like I wish we could go in a time machine and go back five minutes, and then leave then.
(FRANK GROANS)
How are we gonna sneak out without her?
Stacy, Deb is my guest. Please!
It's kinda scary, actually.
- Awesome sauce! - (THEY LAUGH)
Oh, busted!
(RYAN YELLING)
so he could squeeze it into the Q2 budget.
I don't think documentation is going to be much of a problem.
Even then, it's like a thousand to one. What are you, some kind of zombie-phobe?
Huh?
Wait! Slow down!
- (SNARLING) - Shit! Aah!
- Okay. - What if instead of freeing the slaves,
She's documented this whole disaster with this tiny little hidden camera.
I'm drunk. Deb, I haven't had dinner.
The annual event drew famished foodies from Bangor to Brunswick
Oh, yeah, Ryan! Oh, my gosh!
If loved ones display these traits, isolate them in a secure area and wait for help.
- I don't know if I know it. - Oh?
- (SNARLING) - Stairs!
in response to the alleged zombie attack,
Whoa!
- We thought for sure... - No, no, I'm... I'm okay.
Turns out it was in the water or something.
Dale! Chowder! Mad Dog!
So we both agreed it best that I look for another job.
Prior to that, she was employed at a Lady Footlocker,
and talking and drinking.
Oh, you mean me? Duh! I'm the people you care about?
Honey, are you okay?
Oh, if you could just, uh, get rid of that road block, I'll be... on my way.
Where's CNN?
Uh... sorry. (HE LAUGHS)
McFly? Anybody home?
DEB: A little help here, chief! RYAN: I'm working on it!
- Um... - Thank you.
...so good.
Even as a zombie, his hair is camera perfect!
- How would that have helped me? - You know what?
When he turns, who do you think's gonna have to put him down?
and... I am really not fishing here...
That's what you do when someone dies, to let their soul rise up to heaven.
- Where did you creep up from? - Oh, I just... came with Rye-bread.