Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My God. Michael, I'm so scared.
Turn the knob on the top of the radio. The small one.
I'll see ya.
A tarantula!
A little creativity.
Uh... Igor, dial 1-800-555-FEAR.
Forensics says you're gonna need this.
Let us worry about the details, Michael. It's too late for that. It's been decided
My dad didn't wanna let him in the house.
A bargain.
There's a difference, okay? There's a big difference!
Good friend of yours?
You don't have to explain anything.
- Part Two. - Oh, Lord!
That's it.
Yes, Master.
See? I told you, man. I told you it'd blow your mind.
That outfit's totally bitchin'.
Wait a minute!
If you're gonna be laid up, how 'bout letting me borrow Brainscan?
Answer me.
Somebody help us!
Shit!
Hey.
Clear?
- Buddies forever? - Buddies forever.
- of coming into contact with. - Sure it is. Look, I've played 'em all.
Choose.
"State of the art, run amuck."
I really hate these machines.
Don't you have anything good?
The real question is: Are you a winner or a loser?
Michael. Michael, please.
What do you got there?
Stacie did it.
Jerks.
Remember Gore Beast? Trash.
Oh, man! Oh, man!
- Just say so, that's all. - Bye, Kyle.
Hayden, come in for God's sake!
I-I mean... I'll think about it.
- She'll tell! - She won't tell!
Yo, dude! Hellooo?
You had no motive. It was totally random.
Hello, Michael, uh, it's Dad. I-I guess you know that.
I'm sick of you doin' 20mph in this town.
Careful, man! You're gonna impale yourself on my lucky charms, man.
Yeah, he was my best friend.
Kimberly.
- Patience, Kyle. - No, man!
Hello, Michael.
Don't look in there.
Michael... I didn't mean for this to happen.
But, man, what happened? What's the plot?
Right down there.
One final detail: You must think like a killer.
- You're Kyle, right? - Uh-huh.
Who the hell are you?
Come on, Zak.