Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Missy said there was a friend named Billy Blue.

You know, I think I remember David.

You two look like shit run over twice

a strip of jerky long and lean

Then we dump the body.

And the pitch. Very high and very inside.

This is exactly what he wants. We can't go to the police. Not now. He's made sure of that.

- We have to go to the police. - No, he wasn't trying to kill me last night.

There just isn't enough room.

Ma'am, I'm gonna take you home.

what exactly is the plan?

hush, hush you broke my heart but I love her just the same now

All right, ladies, places please. Places.

Well, well. Look what the cat drug in.

start having a great life

Yo, it's time to go.

That's not the way it goes. Okay, the boy goes for help,

Don't you see? He's got us now.

His girlfriend was killed on that same road July 4, one year earlier.

no fault and doing it again

Well, it's gotta be a friend or a family member of the guy we hit.

This is nothing. I know what you did last summer?

Elsa! Please, Elsa! Open the door!

And let me give you some advice: When you leave a man for dead,

Oh, really? Yeah, ultimately castrated.

They get back to the girl's house, and they find...

Okay, let's suppose somebody was there that night.

- Help him! Barry! - Help him! Barry, no!

I'm not gonna let anything happen to you.

Here's the windup.

Let's get out of here. We're going home now,

Dude, she does these exercises that pump 'em up.

money's been spent.

Well, you know how Max feels about you guys.

Please, the hook is really a phallic symbol.

Julie! Oh, shit!

We used to be a lot of things.

You know, kind of a bon voyage thing.

Dr. brown. Dr. brown.

that's dripping on the car, and it's going, drip, drip, drip.

I tell you what.

Barry, please. We could put an end to it...

What-- what's this all about?

We've been friends since forever.

You are not gonna throw this on me.

What if they recognize us? They could have a gun, shoot us dead.

- Let's do it. - Wait.

No, we've gotta find Helen and Barry. We will. We will.

We have to help each other.

Ooh. What a crock of shit.

All right, ladies.

No one gets me the way you do. I understand your pain.

Did you know the success rate of high school sweetheart relationships...

Well, go figure.

I'm not goin' anywhere.

Uh, well, my daddy died a long time ago, and my mama, she's...

What do you mean? Where did you see him? He was crossing the road.

- His name was David Egan. - Who?

- It's a bullshit ghost story to begin with. - No, it's not.

Very nicely done, ladies.